Look, I sip a little, Numb to the pain/ Eyes bloodshot, Behind tinted frames/ In my thoughts as I jot I might feel ashamed/ The aftermath of a kid steppin over flames/ The marijuana sittin on the scale/ The gun tucked, No prints on the shells/ Apologetic for the outcome, But I rather be caught with it than without one/ The critters crawl where im sleepin at/ Trynna find God never searchin where the preacher at/ Misdemeanor charge, No job, No bank account/ But the clientele knockin at the vacant house/ Is that the safest route when you trynna make it out?/ Became a addict to it once I made a great amount/ Was walking over Earths surface with the wicked/ Trynna find happiness within riches/ My fences never picket, Diploma non existent/ A statistic, but a little optimistic/ Focused on stickin stiff dick in a b**h slit/ And switchin gear like a stick shift/ A misfit to rich cliques, Child of the ghetto/ They carpool in new benz's, I got no pedals/ And tears soak pillows/ Its deep sh**, Hands clamped over my bed I got my knees bent/ Ay can you bless us with a little cash?/ Years pa**, Lost faith, Took the wrong path/ I seen hell in my depression, after all the times I sinned I wonder if ill see heaven/