back to the laboratory I get off them streets so I put the clock awayo I have pen and paper in hand as I go through my mind and I write my rhymes. working so hard on my lines putting together a dope ass hooks and beats I can't take no more defeats no more Ls i have to put my time in studio I got to make the microphone hot make my vocabulary and lines and lyrics tighter tighter than the Dallas cowboys quarterback Roger staubach it's an everyday grinding I never thought I would come back to sell drugs for a nickel and dime m I already have lived this life once so I might as well learn how to live a life differently as I learned how to walk the high road and to live a life like Jesus but I know I'm a heathen a sinner at heart I love my marijuana and I love to mess around so what m************ clown I don't give a f*** what you have to say about me but make sure when you say my name it is Gabriel guards of Jr SF manitas is a local sucre an d no I didn't come back just laying drugs for a nickel and a dime so as I learned how to be a righteous person and it's hard to walk the high road and be a gangster I ain't no studio prankster I'm a real life hoodstar legend in the streets so now I might as well