Chorus: I try to see the good in life//
but good things in life are hard to find//
Verse one (bijah)
young man... sitting all alone... on a bench... rubbing his head tryina figure out the reason why he's stuck in a hole
back to the wall with nowhere to go but there's no turning back cuz he stabbed a man and suffered the consequences of being imprisoned in his dreams he's invisioning hell and his vision aint well he can see his people fallin around him involved in a scheme for cream and the dreams of someone else's plot to back stab him and take all the dough for himself on the outside he's hard as a shell but the inside is crying for help with the picture scrambeled he cant tell if he's coming or going he's like a zombie walking dead cuz his soul belongs to satan he pawned it off and lost his reciept so his soul is lost all he's sayin...
Chorus: I try to see the good in life//
but the good things in life are hard to find//
