this is wat life lik stuck in the twilight facing all them lights drinking all them nights ask bout me I fight neva thinking twice kind but don't play nice all bout the bread n butter streets made me tougher things I had discovered to then uncover trust is a mother karma is a father they say it's apart of life so y bother they come wit there own conclusion creating there own illusion always wona see u losing but always worried bout wat u doing keep em confused they wona watch wat u do keep em amused (it's all bout the bread n butter care for no other came up from the gutter got 6 wasn't into the rubber one of a kind that money make u go blind ) ain't no pressing rewind it was the way u tried to climb to much thought got u losing ur mind now u trying to combine getting this bread while urself u trying to find it's the rude of all evil u see the truth in all people crazy how that paper so dam lethal make me wona grab that eagle pop off lik a f in torpedo ow u got hit Iy benito