why we glorify street raised mistakes lyrical lies feim idols that r fake its a pjt of rats, dogs & snakez true story is food on familys plates brothers & sisters lost to the scene many golden hearts turn to fiend family exiled me for the hustler i been the game takes costs unseen like the life i help created & to my wife i was utterly hated a saint cursed to sin was fated now each day scucide contemplated my sanity tourcheously decaying but my child needs me so im staying soldiering on with a mind medicated thru music my victory is premeditated