So they say, that you ain't street cause you ain't gang, got bloody feet, no phone to rang, no comfy seat, no home to claim, no plot to kill no plot to steal, no plot to fake, just a plot to build, there's alot at stake, there's a lot to feel, cause life's worth more than a 9 mil. Had a change of heart, no place to start, and I took a little time just to hone the art, I placed my soul far away from the dark, Still plead for forgiveness at night to god, For all the petty things that I've done wrong, Can't imagine unalivin Did a lot of time in the streets, wasn't too bright yeah, Remember all the knives in my sleeves, Stay in the light yeah, Livin on the grind in peace, still got them night terrors, Swear I'm on the brink of a murderous feat, but it's just the better side of me,