[Verse 1] New life begins, another life ends God can you please just cover my sins? Gla** full of rocks get covered with gin Feel like the clothes that cover my skin As I sit here with the gun on my chin Tryin' sort through all the troubles I'm in God says please don't do it young boy Past full of pain but the future full of joy Pocket full of hope and a mind full of money Mic full of cause, headphone full of Cudi Life full of intelligence, young man with a lot of potential But somehow they wanna play dummy What I write in the present is really my past I ain't really happy but this is my path Nothing adds up but I'm tryin' do the math I ain't never laugh first but I always laugh last [Hook] As we fall, we fall into temptation Mind full of hope and a pocket full of money As we fall, we fall into temptation Mind full of hope and a pocket full of money And if it feels good, should we then do what we love? Mind full of hope and a pocket full of money As we fall, we fall into temptation Yeah, got you New York Mind full of hope and a pocket full of money [Verse 2] Sticks and stones, weed and bones There are the things we're feasting on This ain't right, this feels wrong I'm back home but the keys are gone I'm worth way more than I've shown Ask all the people that I've seen I've grown God says please don't do it young man Past is the past but the future got a plan Open your eyes young fellow you can Do it for yourself and do it for the fans Never get caught up, when it still stands Even if you lose at life, still dance When you fall down make sure to advance Cause even when you're behind There's always a chance Nothing adds up but I'm tryina do the math I ain't never laugh first but I always laugh last [Hook] [Verse 3] Temptation says come to me Red light, green light, 1,2,3 Only one life, can't undo it g War like Sun Tzu, runs through me All you gotta do is plant one seed It comes back to you abundently You are the plant, the world is the pot The question is, will it grow, will it rot? The book cover ain't these essence of the plot It's easy to go but it's hard to stop The blessin is not the notebook itself But somewhere inside the notes you jot Be reminded that life ain't fair Turn around and your life ain't there The ending is close, I can feel it in the snare So say your prayers and put your hands in the air [Hook]