[Verse 1: Malik B]
I'm on a journey
God is the district attorney
It started on a hospital bed and not a gurney
Gringo [?] deuce trey was Spartans
Told not to go past the park because of [?]
Swimmin' with the sharks in waters that bring the [?] in
M-illa-tant is the target just like a marksman
[?] now, moved out west Philly to takedown
Then moved straight to the [?] I can't relate down
I'm feelin' hate now, playin' with my fate now
[?] [musallah?], I'm prayin' with my face down
Jumped in the fast lane, fourteen I mass pain
Alert: how to use an alibi for last name
Slap box and a tackle on a street block
Ain't had no money for machines, I had to beatbox
Breakdance and graffiti I was rather needy
I'm on the road where episodes is rather speedy

[Chorus: Screwtape]
Since before I was born
Been no bed of roses just a crown of thorns
Everybody good money till you count it wrong
Each one seats one so that crowd is strong
Gotta power on till them dark clouds are gone
No bed of roses just a crown of thorns
Everybody good money till you count it wrong
Each one seats one so that crowd is strong
Gotta power on till them dark clouds are gone
[Verse 2: Malik B]
I'm in the eighth grade [?] start gettin' killed
They use razor blades, blood start gettin' spilt
House parties man I think they only lost a dolla
The year was '89 [?] chicks will make you holla
Fuck the struggle, I'm tryna make a single double
They got this thing hard, they could make the shit bubble
Ain't want no trouble but the drama start comin' in
Shit was heavy and hot, the cops runnin' in
This n***a talkin' bout he wanna get some deepthroat
N***as snatchy gazelles [?]
And if you get got they think you on a sweet note
[?] is buildin' up to a [?]
The way I see it, the streets could get my resignation
I'm better off tryna build get an education
I meet Riq [?] and every week and dawn
I'm livin' every word I speaks in songs

[Chorus: Screwtape]
Since before I was born
Been no bed of roses just a crown of thorns
Everybody good money till you count it wrong
Each one seats one so that crowd is strong
Gotta power on till them dark clouds are gone
No bed of roses just a crown of thorns
Everybody good money till you count it wrong
Each one seats one so that crowd is strong
Gotta power on till them dark clouds are gone (gone echoes)