[Verse 1]
Sometimes I'm in hunger
Sometimes I never sleep nor slumber
Sometimes I worry about my mother
Sometimes I wonder out on late nights
Sometimes I want to live a safe life
The 40 show a n***a break lights
Sometimes I wonder if there's hope
For the devil to be exposed in his cloak
Sometimes I think to myself will I get smoked?
Cus out in east Atlanta streets it ain't safe
And up in north Chicago my people's living irate
Yellow tape, I see this shit frequent
Sometimes I wonder if I'm rapping off sequence
Sometimes I wonder will I ever blow?
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever know
Sometimes I wonder, will I ever get radio spins?
Or will the crowd love me when the hype come to end?
Commit seven deadly sins on mics
Sometimes I like to roll dice
Sometimes we like to shoot out all night
Blame it on Christ, my finger's twisted
My n***a Anubis pass me the biscuit
Sometimes I pay the devil a close visit
Sometimes I feel like a ghost spitting
Sometimes I wonder if I'm really living
Feeling imprisoned
Looking for heaven I ain't get there yet
In my city you get robbed for your welfare check
I see slug out baby Mom's in that welfare debt
I smoke a blunt to visualise shit in retrospect
[Hook]
I sit alone in my four cornered room staring at candles
Studying Malachi, loading up the ammo
They say it's like a cold war when you take a gamble
When you thinking life's a game or a movie channel
Don't feed into that weak shit they sell you on TV
That shit is all bullshit my n***a believe me
I'm getting money til my soul leave me
Counting money til the birds or worms eat me

[Verse 2]
I dig through the grapes of math
Sometimes my mind is often so trash
Been smoking on too much hash
Sometimes I wanna be alone
But never without the chrome
In the dark room writing poems
Collecting data like God
I shoot the Magnum out the Ford, you won't Dodge
The ones claiming they real be the most fraud
The ones claiming they free be the most tied
Financially fucked up with the most pride
Sometimes I'm not in the mood
Sometimes I just want a pair of new shoes
Sometimes in life you got to choose
If you really want to follow rules
But which rules you gon' choose?
Will the devil or the god lose?
Which path will you walk?
The light side? Dark side? Carrying chalk
What's the other results in this land of devils?
They surround us at all levels
[Hook]
I sit alone in my four cornered room staring at candles
Studying Malachi, loading up the ammo
They say it's like a cold war when you take a gamble
When you thinking life's a game or a movie channel
Don't feed into that weak shit they sell you on TV
That shit is all bullshit my n***a believe me
I'm getting money til my soul leave me
Counting money til the birds or worms eat me