From the Bottom 2 the Top

Yeah...

Streets are still hard...

I still walk the yard...

My soul is still scar...

When darkness falls across my face

Swept hoping tears upon my face

These times like this that I can't erase

This goes a being whip, chain, hand or mace

So I try to accept a high to feel the base

We concepts and dreams of a different places

But all that lies and life that I was taught

And all the good things that I forgot

That cold and then I avert, wipe a pussy like a savage

Got an untight rip or love my bad habits

Sometimes I faith to the fiend sometimes I laugh at it

Get being on a project take a step at it

I don't med it by my static I don't need to be graphic

I steped to being mine and you go see achieve

Cuz you don't even know what it into G

Don't see the end of an A and the history

I want to change the world to real

This size at homily, it slowly breaking me down

I'm still the same inside my brain

And if I change, it might just break me down

These things inside I show but I cannot hide

And now I lost count of a times I tried

The times I lied about shit that with me with necessary

I changed my floor but my scar really never very

I feel like abyss sometimes I waited a vex I veil like a vessel

Killed on my back and shoulders would be other soldier I told you

Cuz I wake the hood like a big para fold you

Who don't understand the meaning of the mystery

My baby be so wet clothes so don't you be

Acting like a gangster cuz my bangers being

Shitting on the block with that 23

Mellow me derails that I set you free

So maybe you can see where I can't see

So we run about life shit cross bitches and gillish news

Big changes amuse the bullshit we saw in the news

I want to change the world to real

This size at homily, it slowly breaking me down

I'm still the same inside my brain

And if I change, it might just break me down