speaks for itself, drop linesabout how sometimes u feel weak, and u wanna give up etc.

ayo ayo
Lately i feel i jus cant continue, with this hate achin ya mind, within u, its like glues holdin u back, u cant rap a track, and u feelin real wack, but it aint that, complextity and curious thoughts sweep thru ya minds, lyrics expressed but droppin hot lines, front cover on tha New York Times, droppin dimes, i gotta quit commitin crimes, cops keep bustin me, for shit, like im nothin, but shit, hatas run up and ya niggaz in jail / awaitin his bail...u cant go on cuz u feelin stressed, ya head s a damn mess, lemme end this damn test.