yeah some days get worse yeah so bad tragic times for the life we used to have grinden from the bottom everybody gotta carve there path hell or high water grinden for the cash lifes a jungle of pain in my mind caught on the daily nine to five grind some times you feel stuck caught in a bine im looken to the lord to give me a sign just then the base shook and i could kill the ryhme happiness is kinda hard to find sign your life away on the dotted line always been at it since i was nine on the grind since i was young do anything just to ease my mind been grinden my way out had to cross the dotted line look to the lord to give me a sign or ill dump all you haters like its collumbine been a go getter always on my grind had to walk through the jungle my city wasnt very nice had to be well and wise the streets droppen my boys off flys i walk around feelen hella wise fuck the love game your hoe hoes gonna lie fuck given up if i never tried liven for all your lies fucken sluts will be your demise they will grab you by the nuts and circumsize im the boss this is my enterprice cant step up against me bitch im on my rise im climbing up to a hole new level cant wait ill be o so high ....i left awhile ago thaught id see a better path life will throw a hurricane and youll be in its path dont try and step on me if we clash ill pull my strap busten slugs till your laying in a bath haters only hate well bitch i came to carve a path never slow my whip got my foot on the gas im never gonna lose cause i refuse to be last fighting through hell just to live atlast sorry about your luck about to leave a gash i slice and dice im a white boy trying to carve a path