jack was havin a heart attack , slavin to the hustle ravin to the tussle of being caight up in the russlen n fussle of having kids. new priority s being a man and being the muscle the king of flow became the prince of slow ya roll and work. not ta be a jerk but you cant dance with the chance of missin a bill and not being able to feed lil dil cant be caught up with the thrill of tossen bags no more just forgags no lols lookin bak over your shoulders for the red and blue fags with no ls when ya cash is spent for the rent and meals lookin and bookin for deals with no hook ta fish ya way out of the speals with the law talk about locked jaw when ur kids are gone and ur stuck in the trailer by the mall lookin at the big picture sayin i was wrong now wat ya gona do. when i ask you. how you gona fix this mess u wish u can undo ima say no way ta loosin this war. i aint gona deal with this drama no more its a chore to lore away the fish from the ocean when on land hes floppin fast motion tryin ta breathe and feed his seed tossin and turning in the night facein a nightmare indeed when u awake. wat a fright when reality hits and u see the need to let the poisen bleed and bleed until it bleeds out until u get this rythem hopefully u never have ta fogure it out just wat im talkin about its a hell with no bail the kinda jail minds come unrailed unglued big post it stamp that tells u u failed dreams gone the ship done sailed u were taken to the chop shop lost ur gwap got swip swoped flipfloped diced iced and chopped the rabit couldn't hip hop this budawkadonk of being sunked trunked and slam dunked in the storm not able ta face the norm of the cumulunumbis cloud banging at ya door im floored u ignored the banging til u had to face the sores of the things we could of prevented while u pretended things were at ease i was beggin and prayin on my knees lord please now wat ya gona do when i ask u how u gona get out this blood pool