Stood before an angel while he told me bout the glory put me in a room full of people, still felt lonely just focus on my money while these bitches try to know me,my thoughts get heavy hit the ground crack the concrete, try to keep it In my head but I'm kinda curious on what happens when your dead, life is good sometimes but it just doesn't last. We wonder bout life but not willing to learn, the money we earn is somethin to burn. The world is cold and it's lonely ain't it? I waste away in this room spitting out raps I tend to fall for life's simple traps I'm just rhyming its so efficient, keeping the tradition While seeking to be different. I'm a man of many words Got time that your wastin, hatin. Well you can focus on your own grind. All you angry mofuckas my glove cause when you come up around me it ain't nothing but love