i wish there was a place where everybody wasnt fake , and not worried bout race and who was winnin in first place. im tryna tell you be man and act like you was raised and if you gota problem come and say it to, my face. and yo actin like a bitch always yappin like you tuff and till the guns come out ill call yo fuckin bluff you a jay cat str8 facts and if you see me stay back da semi auto say blap and make yo fuckin brains splat and i aint tryna go back to the old me where i stay strapped, and trust me pussy i dont run my mouth memories stays trapped. in my head dead bodies seen plenty lotta people want me dead you a accidental killa you aint red you aint neva had to be in the position i been feelin like the worlds against you i aint got many friends my eyes opened when i finally felt closer to death my closest homies were in prison dead and most of em left its like you cant leave da house without packing a gun in the city where im from you beta have more then one it be a lie if i told you that i neva thought of death bomb first lil soldier learn to watch you step