like kick in the head already down for the count instead of giving in i raised up living dead started my ryming in a shed most my homeboy locked or fed the beast never sleep tires I can't shed this my Paine to be bleed its what was claimed red north calico bred its my breed raised in these cali gutter stree lookin meano Mexico italiano indio lookin chino my visual make in to my physical green ladys in a row pretty faces big cooloes retard mode smoke to much for one indivisual wutcho know not i not me different u see maybe not thought whafts sout never found bouble up stir the pot count blessings thankful 4 the shit I got raise me the sun sh55ine in thought not daylight