All wanna say is listen to the pain in my voice when i speak, hoping for better days i mever change thats for the week, look at at my clothes the same colthes different rotation like every week, you see me wilding, smiling, but inside i just weep, this wordls cold lost soul, chase golas, looking loght down tjat dark road, black hole, 9 to 5 jusy to survibe aching back bone, rest in piece grams i wish you were back home, i been feeling empty lately, im looking down & around the devil trying to temp me lately, so i pray to god & home that one day he change me, 6 months old mother 16 so she couldnt raise me, grandma died i jusy cried , like the world betrayed me, to the top i aiming i aint complaining, could be worse but it still hurts going hard for what i deserve until im in the dirt. Heaven or hell, dead or in jail i gotta know my worth