Verse 1)
At times I feel stuck in a lonely place, home letting oldies play...
At times I feel like getting out is the only way...

The homies say get it out and i notice they go this way to the little house where the holy pray...
I feel I have to climb a mountain, run away and doubt that an open bay is out there, or colder caves...
I'm kind of down no way around it, I'm sure these days are pounded, with good that one had found then to sort the pain...

I'm more insane when I'm alone, no one hears me out, but then I'm lone, stoned and all the tears be down, all the fears speak loud, I'm not here to freak out my main peeps, mainly stay sole to eaze now...
I'm freakin scared sometimes of what the future holds, i like to feel that heat yo, I'm not used to cold, I feel abused and low, I feel confused and lone, sometimes I feel like what's ahead is just a view of old...
(Chorus/hook) x2

Why do i get myself down? I should end the hate...
Why do i feel so stressed out? I should meditate...
it seems I gotta be slow now, with no show and crowd, it seems i should go out for better days...

(Verse 2)
Back to reality yo, I'm really sick of people, I wish at times that life would die with no kind of sequel...
Slow signs of equal, peace are things that we could, bring but either yield to sing, or bring the evil...

I leave the feeble minded fiddle with the weed a little, sit down and read a riddle still until the weed would hit them...
I take the time to see the lies, in lives of evil minds, decide to bring the lights in grimy weak ones...
Seeking the good ways and positivity, is the way I see day, and often vividly, still live a mean envy, of those in GMC's, with no support of any sort and live it peacefully...

I could have lived that life if I'd decided to, write a few good words and learn to fight it through,
a rule I might have used, to view the fights at school... damn I love a challenge, what the hell am i to do???
(Chorus/Hook) x2

(Verse 3)
I feel a bright light that's taking over... illuminates my cruelest state i used to hate but use this fine might to stay in order...
Borders and fortress of out of order forces enforce with, four sets of foreign patrolling doormen closing the door when,

I went to get through, forced my goals supported and forged it, they try to get you, broke the portals stored of endurance...
There is more of a current, curtain over a certain, person certain to learn the curse is to lure in not burn it...
Sure it means that I can't let nothing come to my face and let nothing come to a break, stand above the ones who are great, love the ones who could wait and gave the time for the success, the wait in line became less a stress and had sucked less...

It's like a rocket attached to my back, packed with gas, lack the lag, strapped on an and with a bad stand and sad...
happened bad, got lost instead in best of rumbles, then i got there's no progress without the stress and struggle...!
(Outtro)

Rest in peace Big L, Shyhiem... Furious Anger...