I stay high every day cuz I'm a sadman.
Almost I ain't dare 2 pray, but that's all I can.
What else can I do, I have no motherfuck'n clou.
I just wanna be with you, but it seems I'm tha last one left in this zoo.
People call me outlaw, thug.
But I'm a writer.
They think only thing I can say is fuck.
Cuz I'm a fighter.
Life game, tha street game.
Thingz just happen, feelz like we're all insane.
I can feel tha heat,
when I'm walk'n in tha street.
From other people, so I gotta keep my mind fulla drugz.
Don't ask me why, ya know: life suckz.
And tha fuck'n police is after me.
Didn't do anything, but that's just how it most be.
Following me,
like I'm tha wosrt enemy.
But I don't give a fuck,
cuz still I'm stock.
Stock in Gods jail.
And worse than this hopless life can't be in hell.
So now ya know why I ain't keep my mind clear.
Cuz noby gives a fuck, nobody will ever be there.