look in to my eyes you can see my pain you can see the hunger for the fame lost my sister at a young age started sniffin cocaine but thats in the past i aint fuckin with u lames...im trying to come up sick of all the petty games ..sick of people always mentioning my name you can get fucked up eat these fist like bullets running back to your people looking for reassurance like that wasnt part of the plan now you writing letters to the kid like your name is stan cause you got the bombs dropped on ya like afganistan