Lost in my mind,
Soulless is me,
Trapped on this block,
Crashed off this weed,
When can i see the light,
When will happy shake my hand,
Handing n***as dime bags at the beach when id rather play in the sand,
Aint no fun bih,
This hustle is alive and real,
She snorting up a line and he pops him a pill,
He grips on his b**h like he grips on his gun,
Dont go down that street if your not trained to run,
These streets aint no fun,
But its home so i love it,
Shackled to this block,
With the k**a and the dumb b**h,
Bum b**hes livin righteoys in they studio apartments,
Good women on some life sh** on they studio or att sh**,
But at the end we all trapped,
Trapped in the city,
These men sell they dope and these hoes deal they titties,
But once again its home,
A cage that has up all consumed,
Something i deal with because i wont leave no time soon............