So quiet all i hear is my thoughts,in this year ,full'a darkness
Im stressed,and all on my conscience,my life is just nonsense
A product of being demolished before he was brought up
With no sense of conduct, it psyches me like Wanda
Enticing to wanna,fight for the ganja,light up and pondah
The white fucks a goner, im sick but no longah
Waiting for the flow,so im steady taking my own
Already taken an oath,to live to death though
But living so shitty to me is disrespectful
Figuring figures are only a death toll
And bank rolls just make clothes and cant be left so
I guess my next breath is to take those
That paper,that product and peso a-yo
My eyes are way closed im high with no float
Supposed to be living, had no chance though
Couldve got by on grants hoe but no stable home
Im here to make my own path better catch a loan fast
Started off broke ended up with no cash
