soon as the sun goes down, work starts, and the desert "E", perched in my palm when it sparks, and keep a sharp eye, snatch up them snakes soon as i walk by, god watch my back, and keep my soul from the dark side, stay with my gat, gotta pump rocks, the only way I see out this trap, cause i struggle like my fellow latins and blacks, but I'm gonna get outta this, even if i have to sell pounds of this, shit that puts people in eternal drowsiness, the cards i was dealt, was no good, keep the heat in my belt,
just to see my cousin in the hood, cause paper is what is i'm after, mix speed in the cake batter, and bake, that's the reason that my pocket's stay fatter, it's just these NY streets, the reason why I'm me, donna ride til the day that i D.I.E!!!

I know, cheesy ending, but i couldn't think of nothing else