thugs start ta struggle when my car pass//
your only way to degrade your placement is dark mass//
your a short male down low on the social scale//
five knives in your spine reside their as you turn pale //
suddenly it comes together in the dark weather of your mind//
your whole fuckin life peoples lies would talk behind//
now theirs no time for sublime rushes to you brain//
pains so silent its like the eye of the hurricane//
no worries any more your door was shut and white plain//
now bullets are your main motivation to take out those white stains//