i neva knew they'd come back to get me, til the hollowtips hit me
rippin my flesh, i tried to bust back they were to deep in my chest,
i knew 6 feet is where i would rest from the heat,
i got smoked like a blunt of sess but it released the stress
from the tense life i was givin livin everyday to die, high as hell,
lookin up at the sky askin god why, im livin like this no more usin the fists
just abusin the clips by usin um to much, my trigga finger stay clutched
so nigga get sprayed up touched wit somethin rough i lived tough, til they called my bluff said that was enough, ran up on me now im stuck,
in a casket, fuck, shit was drastic, uh now im an outline in plastic, done
the games ova they won

this is a rhyme for the future when im no longer breathin
cuz i know how its goin down i already see it
they wanna see me undaground please beleive it
but they gon see death until i receive it