I've seen a lot of days come and go. Just like smoke as it pours out the open window. It's hard to keep track of the memories that you hold. There were days it was hot and some of it was mother fuckin cold. Every year gone by and all we get in is old. But I wouldn't change the moment nor traded nor sold. You never know exactly where your story might unfold. But you know you got some of your own somewhere waiting to be told. You gotta understand you don't wanna live any quicker. For the ones that are gone now we be pouring out our liquor. And when it comes to blood what else could be thicker. Don't build a life around being quicker on the trigger. Yeah I've seen the big figures. Heartless gold diggers. Feeling off balance putting down my outriggers. I see these fools out there just toting the colored rag. Until they share the same fate of wearing a toe tag. Because they lived and died by the 44 mag. War out in the streets over some powder in a bag. There's no surrender no white flag. Cigarette in my lips taking a long drag. I know I can't slow down no to time to lag. They say there's two reactions fight or flight. Doing things wrong is really the only thing i ever did right. A child of the night. Beginning to loose sight. So the rope I hold tight. Close to the edge best believe that I might. Constantly in question of the words that I write. You'll never see me backing down from a fight. They said my future was bright. But I don't see any light. But I can taste victory I've had more than a bite. Never forget that you may only have one opportunity. Life is an experience of natural enginuity. And for that be sure to have some gratuity. Always giving my condolences to those who influenced me.