from my times on the grind.. I kept my eyes open wide.. still I'm blind to the lies.. of this life that lead.. to survive I keep the heat.. by my side, a mean streak.. I'm a rider, on the street... I pray the lord my soul to keep.. if a mutherfucker roll on me.. no strings, nothin' holdin' me.. my soldiers they console' me.. with the weed with the green.. I do my math on tha triple beam.. don't let it be the beam.. that'll cripple me.. the wrath of simplicty.. that swore me to secrecy.. that falls me benieth.. a cold street.. mothers weep for the children.. struck down in front of buildins.. hearts pound over killins.. fucked around in shady dealins'.. got a feelin, I aint really.. half the man that I can be.. when they brand me.. then they slam me.. to the can.. worse yet.. to my death.. what's left.. for the less fortunate.. hold my breath as I press on.. in every steps a lesson.. man I'm guessin' that the game.. got the aim on my chest.. let my flesh be the vest.. that deflects the set backs.. in my quest for these stacks.. a mutherfucker can't relax.. or the tax is his ass.. man the chances they pass.. so fast.. will I last.. or be cast to the grave.. I aint askin for savior.. I'm just after my paper..
