I seen  better days on the block my heart stayed cocked in paste my heart stopped in Chase. back to see my mother's  grace the game won't stop my heart skips no beats a ghost in this world but the pain interlocks my inner chei my life's a journey at war with my inner peace slinteboy once to me said  shoot me cuz the drugs got ahold of me good intentions with bad habits turnd to an addict short trips to the liquor mart turned to an everyday early morning start no hesitation no time to breathe in this life it's a lonely Street with devil in my ear constly trying to test me dark visions of the past all I do ask why does poverty in minorities always bring your heart to bleed stressful mind of a soldier verse2