im tired of sleep, just awakin from tha mad
habits are still bad
takin myself but still givin what i had
lost an found, i aint gettin it
alotta stuff im still livin wit
i aint tryna be a hypocrit
bangin tha gang takin the blood of a crip
or tryna send a blood to his crypt
never had to sale tha sails of a ship
but get this ... even satan can preach a sermon in tha pulpit
hell holds alot he tryna make a full pit
doom an gloom lookin for more room in tha sky even on a full moon
we cant harness tha hardness of harvist
lable us to laber us tha farthest
still,. theres not enough labourers...
bulls eye starin at tha targits
but ima finish here, cause i never really started