HOOK (Crucifix)
I can barely breathe,

living in this Paradise Lost.
Everything I see around me
is just this chaos that I've caused.


VERSE 1 (Crucifix)
My past is a burden behind me I can never take back,

with consequences that way way outweigh their weight in crack.
Up when it's sunny, about that money
sittin' on the corner with a fyre snow bunny.

One hellafied rock, part raw, part dummy
for the first bad junkie that'll come and get it from me.
I sack blow, stack dough, trying to stack that status quo.

Even though that status don't change a damn thing for the pain I've sold.
I'm rippin' and running my mind until my heart is raw.
Thinking that once it's calloused I won't feel at all.

The pain's so steady... hurt's so heavy.
Sittin' on my chest like a two ton Chevy.
I'm ready to bust like a New Orleans levy, just wishing' a mother$#&@er would kill me already.

Don't give a $#&@ what your Pops said!
Steady bumpin at the gums will get you shot dead.
Go ahead and lose your temper like a hothead,

I'm gonna open up your mind like a pot-head... nuff said.
Don't give a $#&@ what you've been through,
cuz I done got a couple homies in the penn too.

I'll put that dot up on your head like a Hindu
and still kill it with a pistol and a pen too... I sin too.
But if the gift I was given and life that I'm living ain't pointing to Heaven 24/7 then what's the point of repenting?

Because the only path back to the Paradise Lost is a journey that begins at the foot of the cross.

HOOK


VERSE 2 (Cool Breeze)
Now up early in the morning, up in Regency Park.

We bout to get this thing crunk before it gets dark.
I got fifteen sacks, and two fresh 0's...
Fifteen sacks and two 0's are gonna get sold.

About five of them dimes of that mid gon' get blowed.
By the time we shut it down my pockets gon' be on swole.
When them suckers see these hubbas we jumping' it's gonna explode.

When they see that kush we pushin' out front, it's ton' explode.
Anybody come around here that's askin' for me
I'm gon' give them suckers that Fila print off my feet.

And I better not see that sucker up at Central Station.
Man I better not see that sucker passin' the Marta Station.
Look here, I'm gonna tell ya right now, I can fight man.

Bwoi I hit you one time, you'll be like "Aight man!"
Now if I hit you two times it'll be "Goodnight man!"
^!$$% I'll whoop on your $$# like the white man.


HOOK