Laying in the dirt, depression runs through me like a viral disease//
Beef left unslaughtered, I wonder when this cycle will cease//
Nothing's left in my life, writing verses is completely vital to me//
There is no best in this, everywhere I go there is titles I see//
In the end, the bottom is exactly where my rivals will be//
Like Kings knocked off their throne and living right on the street//
I keep myself high, forever the crown rests on my head//
I make my own decisions, so for now, it's suggestions I dread//
Let me stress to your head, I'm my own man and I have no friends//
Too many motherfuckers around me and I tend to get tense//
My mother said it herself, a person like me don't deserve to be loved//
From my father, everything between us was certainly mugged//
So, I'm left in this position, only got the art of Hip Hop workin' me up//