Look I prevail in the slums with script bliss
So you I fail to come to grips with this
Tote glock and smoke hot grass need a plot
Fast its hard to trot pass money and a lot
Of times I hustle with muscles and tussles with life
On the street appear before folks, fear hardcore dope and strife
Involved in slum corruption no income after deductions no nice
Paycheck, stay wrecked trying to make ends meet twice
Fail to do so, became stick up kid and quick my luck slid down
Hill got handcuffed and arrested plan scuffed and molested around
Like James Manson started to hear belligerent tones as criminal
Had a different dome now voices in my head were like horses misled
On stampede