I was born just me and my enemies only thing to sooth the pain weed n Hennessy glock in the glove box blade right next to me niggas is shady peeping corners and always checkin me sometimes walking these cold nights it gets to me false bonds and fake friends is stressing me keep a heat close and a vest wit me talking bout shooters i keep only the best wit me and I got dusty tryna duck me well fuck peace the only light I ever see is the weed that I spark ski masks on we gon hunt his ass in the dark if he a no show than we gon spin back to the park back to my block where the real niggas are all bark but no bite all heart but no fight will only get you so far in this pitiful life drive bys stray bullets fly will I lose to the lead or a fucking knife are we sheep getting slaughtered in god's eyes how it seems my demons they wanna see me cry shed a tear final breaths in the sunshine hand on my gun we all fight for fun rather than fighting for peace in the streets all as one on my knees I plead barely breathing bleeding lord what have i done