All the hater hate the thoughts & the sight of me
thats why i let there eyes burn with the vybe of me
release my pain & quech my thurst for vendence
i look to the past of my destiny
when i look to the past & there is nothing left
death is the only path i have left to walk
i beg the lord forgive me for the wrong that i done
trap between the path of the sword & the gun
cause my memories got me in a suicide slum
as i breath the hustler inside thurst for Cheez
as the fain falls i loose my sanity
i took my pain & made it apart of me
somethings i think i'm killin myself slowly
i'm willin to call it quits & say thats it but my soul pulls me back to the BRIXCITY drakness
a strike is light now my scares are see
awaken the furry inside my dreams