[Verse 1: Scarface]
Dope sold on the cut make our hands bleed
Fuck broke, it ain't an option, penitentiary
Or the grave is the only way we fall back
Do our time A.T.W then crawl back
To them streets where we come from, taught life
Look alive, little niggas better walk right
Real with it, quick trigger finger, gun play
I only know how to deal with these niggas one way
And someday I swear to God I'ma change that
But I can't 'cause them evil demons came back
And when I'm high y'all I can't explain
What it feels like wishing I could die and just end the pain
'Cause mayne I've been a loyal dude, and you can trust that
But loyalty versus greed equals fuck that
I need to talk but there ain't no one to listen
Lost inside a mental exorcism, and wishing...
[Chorus: Alex Isley]
Sometimes I close my eyes trying to hide from the pain
Things in my past are catching up fast, living life against the grain
Just one time, I wanna clear my mind, the silence seems so loud
If I could, I would fly away and live my life beyond the gray clouds
[Verse 2: Scarface]
I woke up from a dream feeling all good
Prayed for better days ahead but what was y'all doing?
Lost, stuck in a standstill waiting for a handout
Hustling for tennis shoe paper, never panned out
My sister trippin', got my grandmother stressing
'Cause she's only 17 and she's already pregnant
Another segment of them ghetto soap operas
B.G.'s is trippin', ain't nothing left to stop them
Uncle in jail, daddy dead and their mamas
Can't teach them how to be men; grow up being followers
The streets swallow them then life overpower them
Then off to the pen where the old heads devour them
Crash tested, a dummy high volume
Only God can judge but y'all niggas is comical
90 percent of our future's off in prison
Prescription for my mental exorcism, and listen...
Dope sold on the cut make our hands bleed
Fuck broke, it ain't an option, penitentiary
Or the grave is the only way we fall back
Do our time A.T.W then crawl back
To them streets where we come from, taught life
Look alive, little niggas better walk right
Real with it, quick trigger finger, gun play
I only know how to deal with these niggas one way
And someday I swear to God I'ma change that
But I can't 'cause them evil demons came back
And when I'm high y'all I can't explain
What it feels like wishing I could die and just end the pain
'Cause mayne I've been a loyal dude, and you can trust that
But loyalty versus greed equals fuck that
I need to talk but there ain't no one to listen
Lost inside a mental exorcism, and wishing...
[Chorus: Alex Isley]
Sometimes I close my eyes trying to hide from the pain
Things in my past are catching up fast, living life against the grain
Just one time, I wanna clear my mind, the silence seems so loud
If I could, I would fly away and live my life beyond the gray clouds
[Verse 2: Scarface]
I woke up from a dream feeling all good
Prayed for better days ahead but what was y'all doing?
Lost, stuck in a standstill waiting for a handout
Hustling for tennis shoe paper, never panned out
My sister trippin', got my grandmother stressing
'Cause she's only 17 and she's already pregnant
Another segment of them ghetto soap operas
B.G.'s is trippin', ain't nothing left to stop them
Uncle in jail, daddy dead and their mamas
Can't teach them how to be men; grow up being followers
The streets swallow them then life overpower them
Then off to the pen where the old heads devour them
Crash tested, a dummy high volume
Only God can judge but y'all niggas is comical
90 percent of our future's off in prison
Prescription for my mental exorcism, and listen...
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