I slipped a trip went back to my roots but butI’m not starting over you’ Won’t see me chasing sticks like the dog name Rover the only stick I have is to handle mines you bust at me once I bust back a couple of times Growing up in my hood that’s what it’s all about you wanna make a name for yourself you wanna get some clout we were brainwashed to think all that but that’s not what it’s about as matter of fact you can forget about the fame and the neighborhood clout all that shit you’re better off without I can walk in my hood scream out loud I’m not ashamed to shout it I slipped I tripped and went back to my roots this shit got so deep I’m wearing combat boots Now I’m back where it all began where the seed was planted I’m back for a mission that must be accomplished Here to elevate myself to a higher state of mind All my life I ve handled mines and for that I thank my predecessor s older homies primos and my older brothers Im still alive almost 50 I made it this far with flying colors self conscience higher state of mind All this due to some trials I faced that of the Devine BACK TO MY ROOTS you ask yourself all this WHAT FOR ? These past three years I’ve seen more deaths than a fucken morgue More deaths than that and you know that’s grave no me crees pregunta le al homie que sabe Yeah there’s a few that might understand my state of mind and the-forward moving plan Yeah I know it sounds crazy or even fake to some but I ain’t tripping don’t bother me none To bullshit and lie I’m not the one All that I’m trying to accomplish is not just for fun This way of living Kees me on the run having fun best believe I don’t leave the pad with out my guns