born youngest family of seven growing constantly swinging seen the mandem round the corner supposedly winning inside they thoughts got they're head spinning is the life of trapping worth it for all the sinning sat they're looking like scarface with watches singing but they ain't real gangsters they're just fake posing up front like actors that flashy shit don't mean nothing that ain't what matters but this life has such a big hole to fall down I want answers why did God make it so hard for us to turn a page onto the next chapter I have so much emotion mixed with anger for me in my head I just look back at old memories with laughter had to make me think is the bad the world just a test to see if we break faith from what an imam or pastor said cause at the end of the day God knows what lays ahead you go by everyday ignoring faith ready to lay it out you just laid your bed now I'm pulling my pillow over my head cause I've got a conscious screaming down i don't care about the shit you do on road and all the bread the way you treat people and all the things you said got me saying I'm here till the that your dead