I remember nights when I got caught up in they aim
Late nights to early mornings I was caught out in the rain
I used to run around, fists out tryna find out who to blame
Had to push-up every evening gotta workout
all the pain...
100 Here, 100 there
I was sweatin it out...
My city told me win I gotta find out how
A guy just OD'd
I had to spit that out
When the pain run deep we go and spin dat route
R.I.P to the dead and rest my head
Before my soul burns out.
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