My Lungs are black but one toke of crack does more damage than whole of this here green bag
My jeans sag,
Bordered between both of the schools for morals and street religious to no rules at all.
Fuck a nine to five im in a grind im selling hyro and hydro i cant survive or no jiro
Growing up i see a lot of stress my gran in debt just to feed me and give me decent crept.
I work hard for the goverment to eat my check last i checked they get 21 percent i dont want 21 seconds or 21 bars its all irrelevant,
All i wanted was 1 chance my gran can barely walk on her legs so how can she be cleaning up some bodys house or walking up stairs now i got her i wanna help feed her hand than fed me but boy tha boy then don't feel the boy green.

Forget the jest theres no left in prome, my lifes more serious than you would ever care to know, it ain't about the dough, its my soul so, so cold a place you would never dare to go, The streets I walked ain't paved in gold, there paved in snow, cats cradle laced with false so don't ever question how serious is it, is it serious buisness i'll show you how serious this is.