They be mad at me cause I be gettin' high
All the stress, I'm depressed, I can't even get by
I miss Mote, miss Keith, miss Joe, they in the sky
Hope one day soon I can be by they side

They be mad at me cause I be gettin' high
But they ain't worried about pollution in the sky
[?] dirty [?] they can't survive
My dawg lost his whole [?] and he ain't cry
Wonder why it's always fucked up on my side?
Cause they don't care, the government don't provide
Think I'ma lie? Woke up, see it through my eyes
Deep in the ghetto, make it out would be a prize
Realize ain't a soul you can trust
Keep yo Glock [?]
Sorry family for the pills and the drinking
Can't stop thinkin', woadie got these demons
What's the reason I got PTSD?
All the shit that I seen, that's the reason I bought three
It's all fucked, it's like the world stuck
Dealing with depression and addiction, just my luck