When i was lost ..i was tryna fina my way/.. but i was stuck in place felt like i diggin my own grave/ but i maintained...cus i knew /i got things to do/laced up my boots/ put on that survival suit/ caught my cut /i was in my bad space..aint no tellin what i was thinkin/zanned out i had to find a diffrent route/ started plot’n my underground escape/ harriet tubman on this railroad to a better way/ follow me!!!. I can teach you the math.. politic n wit this chicken.. listen while this lingo get exquisite .. smoove carolinian.. out here in BR.. and i done came far/remember they said i wouldnt make it.. aint no fakin at times i felt it too.. walkin round strapped to the tooth.. niggas think its a game..baaa we gone exchange!0 evry bullet in dis thang/ cuz i aint gone quit till i hear click click click !