beginning on this track I'm feel like i am gonna fail but if i just keep on trying i am gonna make a sale but if that was to happen i would probably go to jail they say that gangster rap is criminal and i dont get a bail i get a letter in the mail that my buddy got shot smoked by bloods shot with slugs he was blitzed on some drugs i miss my lil homie i wish to give him a hug, I know its not meant to be, instead I'll put him on a mug 3 in the morning i decide to wake up i go ahead and grab a cup of things that get me drunk 8 ball, Hennessy and thai, (15 second delay)thats the kinda drink thats gonna put a tear to your eye not gonna lie that shit bussin oops my bad im sorry for cussin and back on the streets im flippin , strap on my hat so you that i ain't slippin cus im upset and I'm crippin you be set trippin, cover me because im gonna come in spitin, knock down the door shots are firing cops around the corner cause i might be dying i see the guy a bullet in my brother, we both pulled the tigger and we shoot one another im seeing the light, and its shining bright, i see a smile up above its the people that i love they say its not over, and im still making rymes, went to jail for 8 years and i did my time went back home and i say my goodbyes as i wipe the tears out my mommas eyes grab my bags and im heading out to the airport that my dad told me about that's it, off to dover, i finally, this chapter is over.. I feel like a soldier..