in the hood we shootin bottle caps. I started from scraps and now im makin monsterous traps. inhaled so much game my lungs should of collapsed. fell into this whirle wind. where do i begin fake friends prayin to see my life end stuck in a world filled with sin keep those eyes opened wide mi jente they trying to break us from the inside. it gets cold up in the night stay strong cause itll be alright. as im fightin these nightmares draggin me from underneath the sheet askin god whats destined for me i feel alone i know i gotta hold on as im hearin gun shots near the spot the forsaken is left to rot im giving it all i got so many reachin for my spot these haters will see this hell raiser. watch the things i embrace. all i have is what i write and put up on the mic and hit em hard like iron tyson.