Whoa Who am i who am i Im about to touch the sky my life is dry How will i survive make it out alive How many times have i tried and failed get thrown into jail get out on bail get put on the rails i have been going around like mail I still dont really care you try to scare me but i scare myself loosing by alot still trying to find this out im not chasing clout but im getting chased they be lacing my weed with fentanyl and putting poison im my alcohol still dont understand why thsy like this im not trying to fight this or bite it righteous i dont like living like this im trying to fight this i may make it out