i see what you see, if you livin it up like me//

i go out and breathe da smell of ruggish concrete//

This Ghetto life is like my heart in every pounding beat//

Stuck like a catipillar to its leaf//

camaflouge in da night, as i walk wit a blunt calmly//

submerge, and scope the scene, i'm wild e. coyote//

waiting patient on top of my station i call head quarters//

the vacant spot is the melting pot for us vultures//

fly over reality, in livin color is da quality of lost generations//

stuck to no explanations, single filed destenations//

one by one headed to no mans land//

on da other hand, i got to stand strong like king kong//

pounding my chest and screaming to da rest//

"i have da power", like he-man in the skull tower//

ghetto product, uncut to disrupt life wit no gives of fucks//

are you tuff enough to live a day to day basis//

no fat houses, or mercedez bensez or mansions wit fences//

rodeo drive got to be anotha lie, use to attract trendy fly

guys//

you don't know da realness of life being hell on earth//

i'm here, m.c krisskass in search for da curse//