im living the life and making the rhymes looking for moneyto get me alive i thank all the niggas who helped me survive and all of the haters who taught me to strive Remember the time i needed some help i went for the drug i wanted some mullah and resorted to crime but momma had told me there's nothing to gain no use to cry maybe just try but people kept moving and pulling away what could i do maybe im doomed i listen to sermons and reading the bible get rid of the demons im going to church