the first stick swinging for the fences hoping my landing sticks and knocks him on his breeches getting started back with this pad and pen. So many on can't even imagine one can't even fathom the motherfuking passing I have for this hidden talent no more scrambled up tweaked-out bulshit I used to spit to secure those words coming from a sober mind that's always yet another run at like this time all the past me is my time to shine been caught up in the lifestyle been living under a rock stepping out into the real world with all fresh thoughts brand new emotions constantly exploding it's like learning to live again trying to control the explosion no more grams and ounces to cover up my struggling surround it's no more needed protection from the Smith & Wesson no birds chirping this dress and about gun blast to the face from a bad dope transaction how many signs can I get the same my profession even my dad telling me still ignoring the lesson in the streets grinding intestine admit that I love the Dough Boys Alice rapid fat stacks fat stacks power and fame did mrs. the check and everybody know my name