Niggaz changelike the weather sposed to b forever/ Cus of drugs crackers cant even be together/N.Attleboro dis is our block no gun shotz or punk cops/Sick of stressin.sick of being told to go to hell/until i change i willwatch muhself in dis same jail cell...
In my mind a blind man doing jail time kicking up a ryme aint no crime/Is it a crime to fite for what is mine/or is it a crime to kick up a nasty ass ryme/I was born in hell and died in heaven growing up with poor friends beggin and stressing..
Its a nasty situation the drama i be facin/when a nigga cant afford a vacation/Fuck what u screaming im gold heaven dreaming/come take a slide down to the demon side/ Born perfect till 13/Thats when allthe problems came to me/I was raised in hell/Tell a nigga a secret and never tell*
