I told em when I left that I would be back, Forever wiidzy ya boy done had a relapse, The flow easy one take is all I need now, Watch me put these haters down like I done broke they're kneecaps, They said I was different i would beg to differ but I, Can see the signs n see what they said bout the look in my eyes, I showed the world what up way more then just a cou-ple of times, Some still surprised how I make it in the trenches at 9, A fight to survive, thats what I call it the burden and crosses I carry is enough to bury all of my worries bt if I was that type, To just give up when I'm hurting I dont deserve the opportunity to really put work in, most dont know how it feels, to have a mom as a dope boy, to living in the streets where you shot at by no boys, sink or swims the mentality you knock n hear no noise, we gain a casualty for everyday we ain't hot boy,