[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
It's lost soldiers whose stories'll never be told
And behold a young poet, that paint pictures with color
That's bold enough to heat up a world
That's cold enough to kick a man down
I mean how could you kick a man down?
Homies still trappin' and workin'
That shit for certain, but [?]
We keep it on and stay lurkin'
And stay prepared for that
That's tires screechin'
That mean they came to play and they mean it
Somebody stayin', some leavin'
That's how it goes here
He who hesitate gettin' froze here
Next day, candle, balloon, rose there, oh dear
Mama be crying, "He gone!"
And daddy don't know 'cause he gone
And lil' bro wanna be just like him, he's a goner
This hood amazing
Wrong turn, you in a maze
You try and reverse, you gettin' shot
That's what happens in these places
Wasn't a good kid, them reverends just say that
Was loyal to his hood
Rest his soul, that's where he lay at
Amen
[Bridge: Tsu Surf]
Now I lay me down to rest
May today's sins bring tomorrow's death
I mean if the good die young, why I ain't die already?
Hell, heaven shouldn't be far 'cause I'm high already

[Verse 2: Trev Rich]
Uh, Trev back
Tomorrow ain't promised
We trapped in this gauntlet, [?]
[?]
Get a complex, living in that small ass apartment
Big as a closet, cologne and residue on your garments
I know the drill bro, we warriors
We fear failure more than the coroner
One [?], we finally pourin' up
Just to tolerate the bullshit that the sober me wouldn't
And in turn, do some stupid shit the sober me wouldn't
I seen n***as sentences get cut from quarters to nickels
A couple rock boys probably go paper for them scissors
Play your hand homie
Since high school, I been the man homie
And am I still MME? C'mon thats fam homie
My youngin' tryin' to turn 100 grams to 100 grand
We mix the purp and gold bottles, feelin' like [?]
This shit a trip
Lifes a bitch, and she short and thick
Crazy too, but we'll make it through
And if not, R.I.P