long nights underneath the street lights hanging out with crips and hippies passing round da peacepipes drink another 40 to the homie rest in peace white .pop another bottle holy shit this fuckin beats tight just another day just another lonely night just to find another way it's either fight or flight survival of the fittest I'm a hitter is you wit it you a killa who you kidding I'm a gorilla you a pidgeon a lyrisist who's prison bent devilish yet heaven sent my talent is evident my jacket benevolent my habits intelligent and excellent you excrement I'm decadent you a desolate prejudice pessimist impressionist Im just another kid on zero holding on tight to the cloud wit da rainbow I like smokin weed but I don't do da Caine though, look into my eyes while I lght up your candle Johnny he's an addict but he can't find the vein so jhonny he is pissed while he's up in his pain yo anything and everything for another hit everything and anything cause Jonny's we I guess the devil had his way