this aint livin i be all up in the kitchen, sittin and bitchin
people get on ur nerves and make u wanna start snitchin
livin in worlds of crime and confusion u never winnin
always losin strayin from the right line just spinnin
i despise the lies i was told like i would never figure it out
wasnt raised a fool now i get crunk quicker than the south
took a different route now im ready to fly like a bird
writin words till i fall out now differently i look at the curb
and i see hidden messages and im feelin reckless
and yet this pain and anger and u cant detect this
keeps comin back with some more traps and facts
showin me the true tracks the real money stacks
my life is going up and down like oceans and pistons
and no ones helpin me they pass by and dont listen