yea, its been a minute since i was last spittin, i was almost givin up like fuck friends n competition, heres a voice of the voiceless cuz aint nobody wana listen, blood sweat n tears drippin like the taps in mommas kitchen, i always been raw so im on top of the opposition, just an underdog on the block, no stoppin my vision, them other dogs comin up short, but i aint ever slippin, vicious like a red nose pit, i aint ever quittin/ im from the mother lands, underdog wit the upperhand, bout to snap back like a stack wit a rubberband, the facts in these raps is something you dont understand, i got my mask on when i blast off wit the gun in hand/ dont let the babyface fool ya in this crazy race, we call life, so sinful like its alright, youll get popped like a pimple in the dead of the night, the sparks from the barrel will have you seeing the light/ im for real, like most rappers before signing a deal, i cant even trust a soul cuz somebody might squeal, i cant even trust my homies cuz they poppin them pills, so im rollin by myself like its kill or be killed/ now im living in, a world thats lookin so different, most people addicted to liquor and cheap cigarettes, i have big dreams i used to picture like a cigarette, but stress is on my mind like i need another cigerette/ god damn, as i grip my life in my hand, ill ease my mind wit joints, grams, or kush in a can, i reminesce on the times i sold joints and the grams, but you dont get the point, yea im not on the gram, im just easin my mind cuz you won't understand, being broke as a joke smoke a roach on a can/ it was a struggle since the coops, i dont blame my mom i blame you, residential schools and the people all behind you