I had the right to sublurr, because they ache one stick 
I saw five to six million but, yo, that ain't really 
shit. 
It was supposed to be different, we were supposed to 
write out, 
But tumach shot his girl, then shot himself in the 
mouth. 
Then the steady game form very soon fell apart, 
‘cause when you just doing all, the loyalty in your 
heart, 
Slight catch a long hymn on all these niggers 
forgetting where they're coming from 
And they're slowing down, wait a minute, what we're 
running from? 
This what we're supposed to do, here's where we're 
supposed to be, 
I hated MTV for trying to play me like a mockery. 
But that don't bother me, I just fulfill my fucking 
contract, 
Small price to pay just to take a piece of my back. 
My back, backfire, assassination of my character, 
Just demassing me in the America. 
My younger sister, Erika, just adopted a child, 
My older brother served fifteen, he made it out. 
Even though my father loved me, I ain't seen him for a 
while. 
Had to fight my baby, bitch, give me my nigger now. 
‘cause I'm running out of time and I need him to 
understand 
The way a superior man had build a brand 
Niggers talk about my taxes, had to pay, I consemn, 
I'm surviving ‘cause the lines ass crooked in the hand. 

Heartbreak, disappointment, my mother died when I was 
nine, I just wanted to join her. 
Now I miss to join her, get to California, I got 
something for you to do, it was like I was annoying 
Resurrected, found my purpose, I remember being 
dragged, being nervous when I would kick my verses. 
I was virtually worthless, my whole life was a circus, 
I was sleeping with serpents and I thought it is worth 
it. 
Got a call from Paul, told me shit isn't working, 
Exchange words, told me tell me that shit in person. 
He probably told him, and by the way did he said it on 
a prolijetic twisted made about him. 
I see Slim and he said he didn't recognize me, 
Was it that or did he let another man to find me? 
I don't know, but now I gotta get this all behind me, 
Follow my calling when I used to follow niggers 
blindly. 

I wish I had a better relationship with my uncles, 
Blood relatives I could turn to when I'm feeling 
trouble. 
And talk about my struggles. 
My uncle John Nail, he only put me on the phone with 
different females. 
And this is such a such, nephew, tell me, what's up? 
Ain't even ask about your man in Cali, growing up. 
Fuck, I drink it all and I smash the bottle, 
Self medicated numb, but imma feel it tomorrow. 
It feel like pain and sorrow was like a second skin 
But now that pain was gone I got my second win. 
Only the strong live long, you better settle in, 
I'm fighting for ever, I will never let the devil win. 
1983, that's when my journey begins, 
I searched every word for stritting, only find it 
within. 
This for me and my kid, still trying to live 
Living life to the fullest ‘till I see you again