Rough draft... Few only knew that's Ty and my n***a Kat Couldn't tell you where the next show or gig is at When weight fluctuates from slim to being big or fat Forces you to swallow your pride like take a swig of that When it time to cut off my heat Was on my knees, when I was just on my feet Could have been in the streets Came close a few times Was craving a value meal still short two dimes Must have been hungry cause I'm writing new rhymes With dreams of being stable, big deals on the table Yet I'm fighting with the label On the day they cut the cable I'm staring at four walls Wish I could paint a better picture for you like Warhol But, I stopped getting checks from the Preface Contemplating suicide like I had a d**h wish My brother's the only reason why I'm not breathless Why I ate beats for dinner, and sleep for breakfast The bad got to worse extra quick When I got the phone call from Black Milk who told me Hex was sick Saw my n***a laying there and I almost cried Still haven't dealt with the fact my mother died Coulda lied, but that's the truth Plus we just lost 'Tin, lost Dilla, then right after Proof Why does it stay cloudy over my roof and try to crowd me?