yo this junt here, ima call it life you get once to get it right, no time for distractions party later, right now, no satisfaction fuck havin homies, you ever seen juice. boys will cross you out, just to have the juice. cry at your funeral, really whats the use every man for himself, so I can't lose. even if I do, make the front page news. like Chicago, have you singing them windy city blues. bills to pay,. cutting no change loose. 15 years, never broke the rules. just like April, they some fools. like Alaska, I'm just cold. maybe I'm just too bold. or just refuse to fold. whipping my monte. bitch look like Ashanti. on the flipside, life on the inside. I'm only human, do my best. trying to survive, so it's fuck the rest. just something, to get off my chest. still stacking up these blues., family to provide for, need good news.