soap going up Lord don't let me fail I remember counting bricks in the jail every now and again I have to use a scale yeah I'm smoking like a Rast see me fighting like a boxer they got to see me like the doctor can't let them get the whole recipe can't let them get the best of me. every time I see the police it's give me what you got what you don't got you can keep I had teachers that told me I wouldn't prosper I had coaches that cut me off the roster I remember working like a mess you can I remember feeling like an alien let he throw the rock who don't sin