pulling up on the street brother what's the hap what's the deal brother taking lives with my steel brother time I wake up and I feel brother high off the molly and the meds I can't see tryna find truth on a way fore they get me running from my mind lost at sea knowledge from the head ye woe x3 too busy ducking oops and the gangs in the street how much blood will it take to see that thus shit killin you and me open your eyes ye sight is free fresh outta prison on a mission voices talk without words, listen lost my mind ye lost cognition wander far with no ambition they took my mind ye my intuition time we walk free no visition