Aquafina, dope fiends up in the street, It's a two-face masquerade, deceit upon deceit. As far as the eye can see, the hustle never stops A twisted game of survival, where morals often drop .  the thirst for more is never quenched, Addicted to the chase, our souls are drenched. In this concrete jungle, we wear masks of disguise Trading truth for lies, as reality slowly dies. Dope fiends on every corner, searching for a lick. Lost in a haze of desperation and tricks. while lost in a maze tightly wrapped bricks. Aquafina, dope fiends up in the street, It's a two-face masquerade, deceit upon deceit. As far as the eye can see, the hustle never stops, A twisted game of survival, where morals often drop