Sticking to the rythems of my life Tryna do better while i rhyme loosin all the focus while i pry Stuck in the shadows while living in madness Tryna do better but really a Savage Stayin so Focused just picture the dream really determined to open the scene. Seeing the smoke just blow in my face stomach is empty im drifting away traying to do better im losing my mind deserving the best cause my son is my eye. I love him to death tired of seeing him cry cause people be playing im writing these lines im not giving up till i grow up an shine im sick of emotions cause people be lien.