I do this every day, till I'm dead at my wake,
this game you'll will never escape,
I $#&@in do this every day, till I'm dead at my wake,

this game you'll will never escape,
now I'm left in the rain- I $#&@in do this every day-


Look into my heart, see what you see,
this life aint easy for me, I scheme on these streets
I walk till my feet hurt, till I rot in the deep dirt-

Pain, is what keepin me motivated, the demons, my soul they've taken,
its a dream that I won't awaken-
feels like I'm lost in this doubt, stalkin the ground,

a dog, wit a bone caught in his mouth-
I wish the planet would $#&@ off
sick of these (*##$es, when they can't even suck @@#!-

$#&@ all these %#@!ty jobs, I'm stuck in these city blocks,
I'm puffin a bit of pot, then I'm chuggin liqor till my $#&@in liver rots-
this is the plot-

It seems like I rhyme for nothin, rappers are a dime a dozen,
through this bull%#@! I am trudgin, while I'm dusted, tryna get my mind adjusted-
chorus

Drank the sixpack, then I ate the big mac, take a zig zag-
rollin up another one, I'm smokin till I'm dumb as $#&@,
I ain't knowin what is up, hittin like a fully loaded exploadin blunderbuss-

My brain, is implanted in pain, I hold lantern and pray,
nothin stands in my way, threw the blackness I wade
these chains, I have to escape, just turn the tape off, if you cannot relate-

I'm trapped in this stress, hustlin till the last of my breath,
wishin I could $#&@in grab me a rest-
snortin lines till I'm more then high,

until I'm in the morgue and died,
eyes kept open lookin mortified-
Cash is the object, rap is the prospect,

I think my brain has actually gone dead-
Sick of bein sick of %#@! cause I'm seein this, I'm pissed,
I'll be leavin in a bit, put this weed all in a hit-