Finally out the mud They tryin to stop me From gettin it Thought Id choke In the chance mane But I never blew it Gang Gang wit some homies Hardly knew em Had too much pain in my life So many times Had to roll the dice I know I'll get thru it Pain cuts like a knife To survive, tucked semi's In case you have to use it Friends turned foes Dont need em anyway Drunk off a Colt 45 Need somethin stronger Do me wrong, would spiritual Healing be the best of ways ? Id rather flip a coin For dishonor, cause it pays Cant keep trapped In old ways of thinkin Recipe Im cookin Is correct, put these diamonds Around my neck, show respect Halfway through it, Some homies of mine Lost they lives Tears of men Evil thrives Old newspaper archives See it n black n white Does it matter who dies ? Sometimes, sleepin a dogs lie High off a log, drunk off A Colt 45