what ever i do
i remain calm and i remain tru
wheather its by myself or with my platoons
smoking on fat koons
till the break of noon
cuz death is soon
i can see it in da moon
im alone in my room
stepping like christ in my own tomb
but i continue with devilish ways
threw these unholy days
in reality only crime pays
while the angels cry
and wander why
only lord knows why we all have to die
aint no time to look 2 da sky
threw da pain as i try
i wish i could fly
2 escape
all these mad men and
police tape
young women yelling rape
kids straped down 2 da waist
with no care for da life case
or the dreadfull filled place
kid napps with no trace
mommys with slap marks on they face
and you ask for a taste
shoulda went at a slower paste
now my life is a waste
in this evil my mind baste
but what ever i do
wheather its with my fist or my 22
im livin my life threw da true blues
poverty and f***ed up news
redemption,none or very few
use to think it was coo
what i use to do
went off like a wired fuse
torture for da amuse
liqur and alcahol abuse