Life, after awhile, to comes to end
Cuz without the misery, there be no happyness
Without being crowded there be no loneliness
See i dont got nothing, i'd get anything
I think 50 explain this, no Many Men
Cuz they wish death to me, i wish em as well
I kept away from that, i got a story to tell
About that place on earth, when none grows
Yeah, i ve been away, so my emotions froze
Dunn, im about to get schitzo, and kill over jokes
Its the city who's crazy, i aint that loc
I never did more than i ever should have done
When you born round here, bound to die with a gun
Huh, this is sin city, and we dont even start
Around here you get popped over musical art
Come on, use ur hate kid.
