Once upon a time 3 boys walking down the street east side Indianapolis, at the same time the city murder rate was blasting off highest in the nation, just like during the riots the street have been blazing, but I can’t control everything, but just like when I got caught with that jersey in my bag, I remember my dad going off, as if I was crossing out all the blessings he offered, been through a lot but I act like I’m not bothered now, trying to grow up but everything keeps coming down like Christmas lights I mean it’s already march, steady in my studio room in the dark working as if I was rebuilding Noah arch, waiting to spark the wave to save me from the grave the devil try to put me in, I’m tired of this life of sin, staining at life with blank face been in the race for too long, but the girl I like ain’t really liking me back, pride hurt as if I ain’t the king like I haven’t slaved for my kingdom and that is a fact, I mean I’m the leader of this one man Wolfpack I mean people say they got my back but where they at, I put up the trap an triple beam because that dope dealer life ain’t what it seems, just because racks busting out the seams doesn’t mean the jump out boys or others ain’t tryna create a murder sence with that green beam dot on your forehead, wishing you could float away like air head but life is the mystery flavor well all already know what taste to expect, I mean my games on point like Jordan swing with a triple threat,No Travis porter but Nap im bring it back, back to life, even one night could change your life, I told God I put selling drugs down so I think it’s my time for the crown