Blasting off in the car
Thinking bout my dad drawing a loan and dropping the car
Keeping it in the driveway parked
Taking the license plates and tossing them like a frisbee
Keeping my foot on the gas praying not one of these cars miss me
Maybe an 18-wheeler just might hit me
Part of my mom lung just dropped
Last year my brother got locked
This year my brother playing his luck
I just want to get shot in the torso and let the bullet get stuck
No more selling, no more profits
Contemplating suicide screaming f** all the prophets
Feeling down and out on my luck
Being an a**hole to everybody and I don't give a f**
My parents just might die, my thoughts turning dry
Still in this speeding car cruising through southside
Staring at the ground picturing my brains spilled on the pavement outside
n***as done made me cry, said they wish I'd just die
Done f**ed with the slyest of the sly
But none of these things compared to the feeling of having my vision die
Constantly Asking the question, who the f** am I?