Mom is in the kitchen with tears in her eyes...bill collector says he's turning out the lights...I didn't choose this life..but I chose the ride..down on my knees praying to every night...burden on my chest dear lord go and take it...smile on my face..but you know I fake it... try to show the world my heart... but the just break it.. hocus pocus light my pipe and smoke it...shit right now is hope less...man I got to get back to focus...cause life is hard when you're bought up to believe your supposed to have money and fast cars..doing bids finding yourself surrounded by concrete and steel bars...