As i hear a voice callin, never had the chance to say am sorry, though i got to wear ma shoes in a hurry,and that the little painful part of my story Verse 1 i hear a voice calling like an ex-convict, named James Tramel how should i begin this journey mehn am so confuse,haters shooting on a nigga lord prepare place, in case if i dont see the dawn, let the lord be praise, i see the pain flowin down from my mama eyes, little sister on Temple prayin for me to ice.. cold nation gettin shot 9mm, soldier matchin with ban.. am the captain now, captain philip no gimmick yea am real pirat, can we hustle on the street wen we hear sirens.. and then they said we breakin laws trying to survive, buh do the feds care, sittin from the balcony and watch the game play.. struggle every night and day on my feet i stand, bow my head to the alter lord i seek ur face, blue record yellow tape with the laws of power, great readers wise leaders up above the towar and then they say we lazy youth trying na claim the Dollar... more money more problems like biggy smalls, young G's on the net for a fast lane cruizing down the street rolling on a 6'4.... big benz blen blen that a gold chain...End sars wen a brodaz diein on the struggle, then you said my life is saved like i had it double i ain't gaming raffle....