In my head there is just silent screams… violent dreams//
At times it seems like life is outta my hands//
And bein’ successful is sometimes outta my plans//
Just tryin’ to live, dyin’ to give a reason for my existence//
Because right now I feel lost, thoughts tossed back and fourth//
Sometimes you go down that road, that you ain’t ready to explore//
But you keep askin’ for more, not knowingly//
Some cats is not showing me the reason they flowing G//
Literally leakin’ lies upon lies//
Love of my life is lost as my eyes cry//
I try my best, but at times it just ain’t enough//
WHO THE FUCK are y’all to say that my life ain’t tough//
I’ll die for what I got, even though it ain’t much//
A faint touch of pen strokes upon the page//
Sadness and hurt now turns upon rage, and I feel right//
Fuck my friends, ‘cept Yank, me and him real tight//
2003, muthafuckas don’t want no part of me, they got the mouth but lack the heart//

The realness is the shots that niggas wanna rain//
Enigmatic, saw my hood niggas die from the bullet pain//
Hitting the window pane, dyin’ from another niggas gain//
You can call it a shame when we say R.I.P. to Dane//
But that set he claims, his soul will forever remain//
But what about the fame? Shit’s gone, you niggas never felt the heat//
On the wrong beat, caught without heat//
Happy to introduce you niggas to the streets//
Niggas gotta eat but what does America care//
Bush doesn't have to move, he makes all his calls from his white house chair while people in Africa run bare//
He says fair is fair, but while we pack food on the plate, 100 million hungry children needy, savin’ it’s to late//
Think… if you were in their shoes, what would you do?//
Shit niggas, I’m telling you karma’s a bitch, and she bout to fuck the hell out of you//