Strolling down this lonely road
Want my pockets jammed, like it's the only toll
Main focus is, only gold
But to succeed, I've gotta sell my holy soul
That can't be done
I participate in this game that can't be won
What's a flower, that can't see Sun?
And what's happiness if it can't be fun?
Gone and forgotten what life is
Emotion, I try my best to hide it
Love? I try my best to hide it
I'm killing her softly thats a song that you've made me have to write b*tch!
Now I'm searching for the right chick
With the body that is righteous
Until then I might just
Go ahead and light this
But I don't even smoke
I don't believe in hope
Because every time I need it it wasn't even close
I spit raw like I am breathing dope
On the right path and n*gga I'm not leaving notes
So you've better pay attention
Sit back lay and listen
Save up all the b*tching
While I grab a pot to p*ss in!
Gotta keep it moving
All of these hoes
I've got all of these goals
That I still needa attend to
Driving myself mental
Blaming myself for, everything that I've been through
And I, know thats not healthy
People getting concerned now they wanna help me
All I need is an audience full of fans to make me wealthy...
But I guess that's asking to much... Jags