my reality just set in and even when I wanna grab the mic my brain in bed in' I want to wake up from this dream called hell' trapped under mind over matter it's like a brain cell's I'll just be another rapper dead on the street I have a sheet full of heat ready for any beat that is throwed at with greet there is no respect from the niggas called friends, who you think be calling, counting holes to your chest' tryna keep my back straight and saying just to relax will it be Danny or some random nigga with the packs' will I ever rest and wake up for tomorow will tomorow ever fail me how tf would I know it's just a fucken pity bitch' had to hire security like presidential shit for some peace of mind and shit all this got me turned over last time I ever use a pillow closure' rest in peace to the last piece of mind here's my exposure.