can i live past these confessions gotta ask myself sometimes hold up is that grime hidden on the tissue written in subliminal messeges sneze sins fuck your blessings only issue where i live these children grow up from the streets born killas dope zombies cough and throw up gang signs just to fit in or be part of the weak outcasted freaks guess i learned and earned these stripes colored ragshang outta pockets hit licks discised faces you other niggas on the outside other cliques actin femamine took me years to live it so i can spit truth like cinimon these percieved lies as rhymes deseased thoughts sins cloud my vision heet ice through a million roses memories disapate in the vapor smoke the more i toke it despite the evil when i breath the more i scream to a god wondering why he wont aknoledge so dont ask me why i dont have faith to a invisable father put my thoughts to this rap shit so somebody else can hear it spoken dodge the hate like bullets thew the city whatch me walk under water fuck the police hit the gass pedal when cherrys hit my rearview will i live past this high will i escape alive is this the last time i drive fast or will i crash goin over 99 as the dust settles best beleave im the last one still grinding through the husle and the struggles the game keeps on reminding still insaine living proof that the one to blame for that plane hitting the roof towers over our own super power i need back in the booth these niggas mad cus its true go ahead and pullup get tagged in the face baseball bat got a niggas studdering stagering wandering if the next body back pulled outta the game in there fate