i look at my life, try to decide the choice i provide my boys, when im in the ride, designed with interior toys, my mom cries i do too, no skrilla no honeez wat am i to do, but u may look at me like ima fool, i confuse words with thoughts, but i cant confuse food, like eatings a part of me but i dont look obese, my fathers deciesed but i hardened from the streets, my beats made from niggas with lyrical beef, cant eat chicken at the mcdonalds, they share beef up in a piece, please i dont beg, my own life son i do dread, im still dead, when my pops died, i lost all the bread, doe wasnt a major problem then, all of a sudden, shit was happenin, he passed away just as i was turnin eleven, he died in africa, i was in manhatten, son dont laugh at her cus i know shit happens for a reason, niggas live niggas die, but me i stopped breathin the day my dad passed me by,it was a stand still, my feet left the ground, my thoughts had to be found, i lost my momas crown, i swore i would devour all the love given to me, kill the hatred nigga im expected to be, a winner, so get ur pens up judges raise a ten plus im outta here nigga rock cashmere yeah, stay clear of the door ive seen this before, never bin shot, but i know how it feels, its like when a girl put u down from the hills.