heres a grain of salt for my listeners, we were always winners neva quiters, god didnt make us perfect we all sinners.. heres a story about my life, tears rolling down my face in the moonlight, thinking bout you every day and night, darkness tries to take me away, darkside I'm not trynna get turned, but now its got ya boi concerned,play with fire then you get burned, some things a young man gotta learn, stuck with these thoughts in my head, sometimes I feel like I'd be better off dead, maybe they will find me oding in my bed, but I was just an afterthought anyways instead Heres a grain of salt for my listeners, we were always winners never quiters, but we are all sinners, we burn like hot embers, hope to see you In November or December, might be snowing or raining in the winter, but I'll take care of you like master splinter