503 shout out to the East Coast this prison walls that I built it's takin its toll me me with filth these substitutes for alcohol it's makin me withdrawl I'm tellin y'all I'm reaching out y'all I don't know what I'm looking for at all different direction? another path? I cant do all this math anymore ive given up on society as a whole makine me numb and all the pain is still within but what am I searching for? these prisons walls thay ive built ive lost my own key my own password no connection to life its takin its toll on me I'm reaching out cant you see? but idk what im searching for I feel as of ive lost it all