tired of being around the ones who secretly hate my guts an living rough I done had enough Lord please take these cuffs bound by my chains need to be released cuz I got so much to gain it's not about the Fortune or the fame another pussy to beat out the frame getting high an switching lanes missing the call of the only one who cared to know my name Lord speak through my pen an help me explain thinking of the crazy things we did as kids like we racing to the prison to do a bid nothing about life seemed real till them crabs popped my homies lid that much death ain't natural it depends on who you talk to you wouldn't believe how many lines of chalk I've walked through told too many lies trying to get between the chicken thighs paying dues when I should have been paying ties but I was broke an tired of just getting by tired of being around the ones who secretly hate my guts an living rough I done had enough Lord please take these cuffs look in the refrigerator a small amount a pack of Newports and a 40 oz but I don't even take a trip on that bottle get a grip take another sip running out the house two avoid fights an curses praying that I missed the hearses so mama don't cry asking why her baby had to die such a mess like nothing left running dope from Parkside to Hillcrest bearly missing that hollow hitting my chest it's amazing how many times I cheated death hell's at my doorstep tired an fall to my knees I wonder if I should even duck when a mother fucker squeeze tired of being around the ones who secretly hate my guts an living tough I done had enough Lord please take these cuffs