Yo, shakers, movers, haters, rapists, losers, liars, takers, shooters
With absurd dreams like Al who was 13
When he burst on the scene
That eventually hurt him(heem)
Got a tool, he stole from dad
Thought it'd be cool
To play show and tell so he took it to school
He in cla** with it, stylin for mad b**hes
Nickle bag lifted, its sad cuz he mad gifted
But that biscuit will only lead to bad business
Moms on dope, dads just ridiculous
That leaves a Menace, wantin' to be Caine
But they one in the same both runnin' from pain
But the laughter it fell from his face
When it fell from his waist
And hit Ramell by mistake
Tried as an adult, facin a long bid
But the charge might change gotta see if the lil boy lives
Hook
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way
Yo, self-pity, chasin, wealth
Could be sickly if you fend for yourself in city like Nitty
Who sold dope his whole life, the n***a sold dope to his own wife
He knew her d**h would come soon
Bein real how much d** could she consume
Even hid guns in his sons' room
But they don't know its a secret believe it
He don't want them to get hit the way that he did
House raided, drove by the house sprayed it
Ran in stole his stash, spouse naked
Its real here, he thankful that he still here
Caught'em nine times he'll easily take the wheelchair
Old hustla's can't escape old madness
Get the same results dealin' with old habits
Which makes Nitty a lifetime sufferer
Who thinks it'll be a'ight since he lives with his very best customer
Hook
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way
Yo, his spite is vintage, more so extensive
Revenge is best served cold but its expensive
Near steps, to revenge is near d**h
He disappears stressed reappears with a TEC
You k** his dog, he gone k** your cat
His pops k**ed his mother so he k**ed his dad
In his head he like god damnit he crept over
With the same gun his pop planted that he slept over
Raised as a k**a from an age that's a thrilla
Age with no filta and that rage is familiar
Now fate has him sleepin' over that guy
Responsible for that black patch over his eye
Pillow over Al's face he leaned over and cried
He sighed and said "Your parents won't know that you died"
d**h penalty, no amnesty just insanity
Clock ticks on the last member of his immediate family
Hook
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train coming your way