one two three four who be at your door is it you me or the one time two time time i finally rewind this grind i find isnt cracked up to be the hit im startin to git what it is im sapposed to be doing not what im fuckin doin duckin dodgin through the night lookin for that dame in sight is all i find is some wacked motherfuckers tryin to get whats mine so as i sit an right some lyrics hear this im shua i be workin out my flaws want to be remembered as a good guy so when you walk by say hi or not i dont care what you got gloat some more might just get got or shot on the spot cause they want what you got keep it to yourself its nobodys buisness dont look my direction im no whitness i mind my own buisness unless you be some of the few i love one two tree four novody at my door wow its all just a dream that seems to be reality its my battle see the demons on my back constantly kicking me in the nut sack all that waisted time never goin to get back so i relize i got to be the one at my own door telling myself wake up time to grow up kick this demon in his nut sack reclaim all the time lost just toss him aside dont need to hit that pipe ya thats right just fight till he be outta sight say goodnight