(Soulja) Verse 1;
I gotta lotta fings i gotta do; but i can't make my mind up
But theres a few fings i gotta do before my times up
Wise up, open my eyes up
Get everything out before my eyes shut
Cause ive seen people getting beatings; and i ain't even helped em out
Gettin stamped out on the floor screaming 'please help me now'
Round here that is just the way it is
And now its me screaming 'somebody just get me out'
I was born and raised in a nice place
But now its all gone im kinda missing them nice days
When we could roll about as youngers having fun
But now o-towns turned into a f**in slum
People try to tell me who i am and tell me what to do
But they can't change me music is what i do
I couldn't give a f** bout wot people say
Cause im a soulja but tell me 'what are you?'
(Clarky) Verse 2;
I see a raindrop; a couple drops drop near me
No two drops drop at the same time;
And thats chaos theroy, they say the pain stops
When the rain falls but really, when the rain stops
Maybe i'll see it clearly... shout if you hear me
No doubt in this, sound init, im flouting this yearly
Let these lines go out for the ones i miss dearly
My heart aches severley, i loved yous sincerley
Im still a bit weary, so i gotta ask is this life real
Cause i wanna sit and chill
But these feds are on my zoot like its a f**ing pill, ha!
Its like they know i mean a burger; when im saying 'happy meal'
I was locked in a cell while another pig yelled
'you'll never make it Clarky' i told him s** out still
I have to prove these haters wrong; cuzz, ima get a deal
& one day i can say, 'f** that old bill!'
(Clarky & Soulja) Verse 3
I see true colours show through the coldest of snow
I feel my talent building though they said it wouldn't grow
Well so have been told, lets let this legend go
Im a legend, never threatened, in a second ima blow
I tend to think of life a lot, and what it has to offer me
Feds see me in the street; so they always try and follow me
A couple bumps will free my mind, and now i see the signs
Cause now i'm up high; ha! astrology...
Im poppin pills every weekend just to fill my mind
Buzz out for hours; writing bars just to fill the time
People say d** are evil and that im a 'div'
Whats evil spelt backwards? this is how we live
People talk bout dying and the after life
In o-town we talk bout whats happenin after nine
We could be pickin up, or goin for a ruck
But all the boys and me were criminal master minds...