one day I woke up I realized that this life ain't gonna be abside, I looked out to shott the goose without the head it's dead now what the fuck can you do now with the blank stead now instead you have to look into the past to stand the truth that the youth continue to choose to lose inside of this head this bread is dead dont be one of them that said die live die I have to wake up one day doe live die you have to choose one time at least until the time is right to fight the truth that rhymes within the head that's dead, dont be the bithc that gives up