my determination to this game is un-breakable, I deserve fame.//
fuck a street life, I'm done slangin' cain, degratin' fates.//
taking kids lives away, before they gots a chance to live a day.//
in my injured state, I came across a thought of change.//
made up my mind then and there, this industrie's my desired place.//
as I gaze into the mirror I take heed of my dire face.//
write a page of nothing 'cept my mistakes.//
I REPENT MY WAYS.....

either I stay here an' face bein' laced then tagged by forrensics
or I can repent this and change my ways, no more regrettin'
tha rewards is tempting, a mansion, phat rides and whores a plenty
not there yet, but I can try, no-more feelings of being empty...

I can't accept these hardships without try'n to overcome
all my strength and power harnessed, still less than to hold a gun
load a gun, and pull the trigger of a gun
go figure, I rose above, flows of love, I chose... I'm done..
behold, BLuNT speaks truth of street life with proof in these lines.
how many of you livin'--> breathin' crime?
what's your reason, I mean, WHY?
to make a buck, eventually everyone's got tainted luck
what you gonna do when karma comes back around.. ya-fucked...
stuck with either both hands cuffed, or worse
got caught up on tha wrong end of a gun when tha rounds burst.

If I could paint a perfect picture, I still wouldn't.//
'cause that's tainted, what's perfect to me may seem bias to you.//
same with life, I say do it right, you out buy'n a tool.//
not-even at school, violent.. and that's cool.//
I understand, I used to be that way, but that's changed.//
I've had pain, and still do, but I can always re-group.//
I have faith in youth, paitience for fools.//
still lay wit my crew, but stray from they use..//
I used to rely on substance abuse, my mind's bruised.//
got methed up one time and dusted a dude,//
the anguish is still felt in my acheing heart today.//
so I'm taking apart my own life, making a change...

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