one foot in front the other- No trust to the other- body tired and my head hurting- steady looking for deversion- somehow it gotta change- while it's coursing through my veins- constantly i mob to the grain- obviously niggas see the pain- lights flickering, head spinning- body changing like its looking for the ending- soul crushed like its looking for a mending- these tribulations gotta niggah bending- money in and out my pockets like its vending- story of my life, whos attending- like christ will i rise in the ending- product of these Denver streets- Hunger pains, put aside, but I gotta eat- turned this beat into some fresh meat- Death came but i had to cheat- Some tried but they aint like meat- Swear on mom they (aint like me-)2× chorus: You don't like this fashion You can't really fathom you don't no no better how it is in this weather