It's in my pedigree, to be, exactly who I am, a man, stuck in a world where haters are filled with jealousy, fuck around and make me catch a felony, murder in the first degree, one shot is all I need, infrared beam, to the head, then flee the scene, before the cops come for me, this life I lead, ain't your cup of tea, reflect on life, and wonder why, all the bullshit, always happens to me, the misery, is slowly killing me, so I take a seat, hit the weed, sit back and just think, Lord am I cursed, why do I, have to feel so much hurt, is this the life I deserve, I'm on the verge, of giving up, but then I think of my kids, and they give me reason to live, respect love and loyalty, is hard to find, in a world, where haters would rather kill your dream, then they wonder why, kids killing kids, and they want to blame it, on smoking weed, but please, these kids have a mental disease, cuz no one listen to what they say, until it's too late, and they put few in the grave,