Now im back because of this mother fucking thing and im like fuck everybody wanna take me down . haha no matter Im Rain nigga gotta stay high and wet all the time Eh man ach ya service dorching bullets ,shooting back for this mother fuckers to come diss my ass ay 1 nation and barely plexing on the west popping smokes , getting high ,getting wet and im barely fighting back this mother fuckers are too many and im running outta bullets so many spys, betrayer's low bullets and im running out gotta find a way to survive and im barely out numbered hearing noise's and seeing my homies die what did i do ,what did they do cop's siren's,fight back for your homies go to prison yeah captured and arrested and straight to the tiny box fix your life waiting for a bail nigga you better start praying 5 niggas murdered on a wax all charges pinned on you wat to do come clean and make that 30 no you better stay all worked out and silent your homies are all gone now your alone in homies cell crime scenes goin on even though your captured your momma crying and survering because of you and now she broke because she bailed you outta never meant to hurt her but you did 7 funerals happening on the same day all on you i blame nobody but myself battle field scars and now you asking what did you do seeing my homies all going at a short notice going straight to hell watchu do you next crocodile tears coming out they say gangstars don't cry guess im the first one all eyes on me mama is mad and sister is in pain pregnant and the daddy of the kid is gone daddy wanna beat me up what to do run away back to the battle field seeing all the crime scenes and the blood i brought nothing on my family but pain and shame started by stealing bikes beating other kids up memories never fade away no chu remember that its been 16 years with ya homies as ya brothers and friends now they gone crying wont help i know one way to hell city Take my gun and aim it on my head Hearing voices of my momma crying on my Casket Dad crying real hard sister aborting the baby and loosing her life I couldn't do it , dropped the gun and ran away to my happy place seeing all the Clothes my homies used to share wimme Rock Band guitars and shirts playing vedio games alone remembering my homies making jokes and teasing me all the good times we've had i wish i could turn back the years and correct my mistakes no more options left sraight ridah take my father's gun and aim it on my gun shouts I BLAME NOBODY BUT MYSELF and blast myself end of my story Eh man ach ya service dorching bullets ,shooting back for this mother fuckers to come diss my ass ay