i lay my life on the line everyday i walk these streets knowning the consequences of defeat i have to strapped to survive running through life having to take lives if necessary the cops won't even respond to the dispatch if my name is mentioned their to scary to mess with the kid blessed with the talents of ten men combined in one i'm the son of man the one who teaches your kids their lines and rhymes teach em how to chop lines and show em how to grind put in overtime because at the end of the day i got to go for mine get supplied with that bread lined for dope and some kind of hope that i can make it out of this living hell or if worse comes to worse disperse in a jail cell or parish to the confinements of my own mind
