[Verse 1:] Look, I'm far from peaceful I'm from the hood where they let the piece speak to Enemies and they get left see-through Holes in them like plastic on Michael [?] Dennis I grew up like a ba*tard, listening to Jigga They say the light comes on even if it flickers But is my time running out? Everyday it's getting dimmer [?] one of the reasons [?] baggies in the middle of the Summer [?] my heart reads, "do not enter."