I want a place to go where should I go I need a place to leave where I leave I need money how can I make it I’m in to many processes but none of em befit yet I’m gonna blow soon enough just like the sound of a trumpet, blown on the judgment Day to day as time goes on I put my think ability to practice How can I make it in life when all my emotions turn in ashes I hope one day all my dreams become true I sometimes force my self in tiny dews falling falling as the night clouds approaches I can’t reciprocate my life with another bitch niggar I don’t know what’s going on my mind I don’t know what’s going in my head I need money if get what will I use it These youth be hovering for money I swear to Allah none of them no the meaning of