From the top to the bottom from alot to a little
From the best to the worst and my soul brittle
I had the best of dreams and dey came true
wit def n famine dey were crushd how bout u
Back n da same hell hole smokin out da same bowl
Wit my same boys and future black as coal
Adapted to hell and still look to god soon ill be well
It's hard to be in a rut in a rundown hut my star fell
I guess you could call me washed up but im livin dirty
I might not have adapted just given up don't know mayb

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Let God speak for the underground Psalm 49 16-17
16 Do not be overawed when a man grows rich when the splendor of his house increases
17 For he will take no thing with him when he dies, his splendor will not descend with him
18Though while he lived he counted himself blessed - and men praise you when you prosper-
19 He will join the generation of his fathers, who will never see the light of life

20 A man who has riches without understanding is like the beasts that perish