I know it still hurt to continue, clean state but the dirt that's within you. Still thirsty the first thing is simple. In the crib getting smacked like a symbol. We was bout to do the show at the signal, but somn' happened and the boys got the signal. Fucked up an annoyed, now i'm pissed too. From the train to the crib was a big move, big homie Johnny you let it slip through. Big money in our hands and it slipped through, but we coulda touched the bands just a bit smooth. but forget it man, money ain't' the issue. Sixty heads all conversing in the room, and my mood is determining the move. And I could see it's couple minutes to the noon. N***as cheerin' n***as sippin' from the brew. To the last year we conclude, until the next one and it's new. So I had to grab the mic when it started, mic like a guitar pick, eyes bloody red from a night full of hardship. My life I was guarding right till' my heart split, spending all my time i'm writing to my darling. Righteous remarks playing right to out apartment, can't believe the pigs really trying to swipe from my garden