guns shoot off ringin deep in my head, why should i be alive when its so easy to be dead, contradicting everything all the ppl said, the hood is the hood your either fightin or in a box dead, fucked up people is what makes this world turn, Michael Jackson sittin in court waitin to get burned, why do we attempt to fix the conflict, if we still got women needing money willing to suck dick, cadilacs and terrorists fuckin up the world today, moneys what we live for moneys why we all play, i feel like a plane navigating off the track hittin a building, killing thousands like the 9-11 attack, i aint gottah worry cause i know my games purely soarted, my words hit so hard all your bitch plans are thwarted, but do we have to stand by while kids mourn cry, wonderin why there mommas cryin for their daddy in the sky?

this is short but its what i feel RB lets me get shit off my chest prime example here. peace