**chorus**
For Now....I've Settled Wit Days, Peddled dat Haze,
Running From Reality I Feel Like I've Meddled A Maze,
My Brains Golden so thas Where da Metal Stays,
Smokin Weeds now More than Just a Phase,
Wit Ma Busted Ways I Could Just Rust Away, So Why Would I Trust Today?

Everyday I Fight Wit Myself,
Not to get high and Re-Site my Health,
My Wealth,
It's ALL Dispersed dissapeared even the Help,
cuz I'm on the Run From Life,
I Feel Cursed wen I'm Burnt-out by the End'a'tha Night,
My Mind Bendin' a Knife, Pointin it toward me for Endin' this Life,
And Pretendin' It's Right?, Transendant is Life,
I see Thru it all, and all of it is terribley in Awe,
Murdera's....Heavily on Call, I Know I Was Meant to Play Football,
But now I'm Mentally and Hood Stalled, Stuck on'a Corner wit some Fresh Bomb, Around Here I'll Kick tha Best Rhyme,
Eberyone else always Confess Crime, End Up Locked Up and at Best Cryin,
Every Thug Cries and that shouldn't be Surprisin,
When a Slug Finds a Body Theres Just More People Dyin......

**chorus**
For Now....I've Settled Wit Days, Peddled dat Haze,
Running From Reality I Feel Like I've Meddled A Maze,
My Brains Golden so thas Where da Metal Stays,
Smokin Weeds now More than Just a Phase,
Wit Ma Busted Ways I Could Just Rust Away, So Why Would I Trust Today?

I'm Runnin From The Sky and The Sun By day, thas right,
Gunnin for Supply and my Funds Wit Spray, by night,
I know I Mis-Placed my Purpose, I Lost myslef and can't even tell who i am on the surface, what do i have to do to re-work this,
I've already Jerked It, Step Up Who's Ready Cuz I'll Merk Shit,
Maybe One Things Will Change and I'll Earn Deserved Shit,
Witout bein Illegal but i wont go no where wit "Un-Herd" Shit,
So I collect my thoughts, Spill Them On This Beat,
Redirect what I'm Taught, Still can't Get On My Feet,
Checked What Baught but i can't take life back witout the reciet,
I'd Rather Live Like A Vampire Discrete, I'm Amped Wired But Beat,
Tired and Weak wit Pliared Teeth a Cry'er is Cheap, I HATE the "Philidelphia" Flyers and Teams,
People think they got a block on lock till I interveene,
Cuz I Come wit Pocket Blizzard make it look like a winter scene,
I Spit hot and fresh if i was a mint i'd be wintergreen,
But what tha fuck does that mean?,
Nothin in this life or if it does it remains to be scene,
My Names A skeem My Game is Clean,
Simply a Deranged Fien but now I've Re-arranged what Seems

**chorus**
For Now....I've Settled Wit Days, Peddled dat Haze,
Running From Reality I Feel Like I've Meddled A Maze,
My Brains Golden so thas Where da Metal Stays,
Smokin Weeds now More than Just a Phase,
Wit Ma Busted Ways I Could Just Rust Away, So Why Would I Trust Today?