These are bloodlines, how it was, how it happened, I don't know! Which is why I always. The shit fucks. So no money. No car. Need cash, otherwise I run out of here! Sick shit, and the shit that checked, nobody? Why do not you tell me why? Keep it up, me. No! Babies cry. I'm on the road. Scars everywhere. That's rough, I'm often away, in the city it's gone. Rap and the hype, the neighborhood, fuck you, but hard in the ass.