Runnin from cops I weren't playing took a hard left yeah what they say in all I did was punch a man down cause he tried to get me down in a lock that I blocked and then after I took him down he looked shook I had him booked then I slammed him down with my sweet left hook but behind the story there was more i was poor hardly ate never made enough to truly live only survive and strive and to live a short life and die and die alone I always thought that I was a clone of person and that I'd only worsen and worsen to the pint where my joints dispersed and immersed in a pool of blood where no one would remember me and have the temprement to think of my legacy no of course they won't remember me all I did was steal meals of of other people to try and feed me aid me and free me from the feeling of hunger peak depression and oppression