Masta C:
With all this pain, turning to hate, and I cant take-it, I don’t think I can make-it, to the next day..
Cause its just to much, every things in a rush, cause people cant stop to think about what they say..
My life is tied with lies, its hard to find the truth that lies beneath the lies, cause of all the broken trust..
Its out of control like a wild fire, and every body’s a liar, so I cant concentrate will all the fuss..
And no body thinks before they-act, so they just turn they-back, so your left alone…
Taking hits from all these bitches, but I keep on going like im some kind of drone…
Endless days upon endless nights, I put up a weak fight, letting all this shit hit-me-hard..
So I get emotional stress, I guess, its not for the best, to let everything pick-me-apart..
And I just sit there, without a care, and just let everything take-me-down…
I say things I don’t mean, I guess that’s why its so obscene, and why everybody hates-me-now..

Gene Pool:
with all this trust blinded waitin for it to unfold, but it won't, so I just sit here and wait, slowly getting old/
I should be gettin bolder with each passing day, but I just get colder, as this sweeping breeze blows this way/
and I just can't put up, left out astray, with all this lost love, and a heart full of hatred pain/
wasting away, I grow frial, soon turn to dust, to just be swept away, y life has to be this way/
is beyond all that I can explain in one lifetime, cuz the grasp I try to latch, just drifts and slips away/
feel the beatened heat, from the sun as the light tries to give into me, but darkness takes the beat/
as I lay here in my box, dozing into a sleep while livin out the life on the streets/
ppl will never believe u me and the rest of the bums that try to beat their battered beefs/
cuz life was just never meant to be, in total peace and harmony/
instead all we see, is corruption, the kind that lingers but we disgracefully deny any of these facts, so we just sit here and lie/
politics keep us strangled and dangled under these straps, cuz we never seem to read close enough between lines/
instead, were just left here blind, waiting for life to take us surprise, and then we die/