I know my cin i know my past know where im goin within this life , possibly all everknowing all the hate the haters growing and luxury quickly slowing can't even pay a trick to fuckin blow me old dog new trick rollin over chasin bitches maken riches in the public eye digin ditches the price too. much open your eyes the endless disappointment the limited presence of an unhealthy environment constant illusions that neither come or go my wold could be better than was but deaths patiently waiting for my tired run down soul all that remains is the fire down below sicking how the madness loses control over and over becoming unknown lost in confusion found in a whole loss of everything and everyone to entertain the ones who paid for the show thanks for everything now I've got to go