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/