a life of skin covered in scratches Looking for the light but I could never find the passage Tension stress pain yeah you best believe it Nose bleeding from my false way to believe
to hide Here we stand under of cover the moonlight Oh, the prophecy was bound to fail Here we are, nowhere to be found We're trapped in another world
luck Seven eleven on the first roll Don't let the streets rock and roll yo soul Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice
to Z Bustas get blocked For sinning papers, word is bogus Freeloaders get dropped out Pay docked Rollers, wanna be callin' shots Non-believers hot, under
you now, you'll die later I been nice since niggaz was watchin movies on Beta Ready to clap, everybody givin me gats Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
place to hide Here we stand under of cover the moonlight Oh, the prophecy was bound to fail Here we are, nowhere to be found We're trapped in another
packs Doin life on the Roc aint nothin fuckin with that Me, jail, dog, you can put me under the ground Where I'm from all my niggas they from under the
feel! Don't believe it Because you are trying to deceive me, bastard! That this place of glory Now shows me hostility and my worth Trapped inside this ice
put them ropes up! Don't act boo believe me I'll smack you Now nice girls come on and let the trap through My ice varies, canaries in the raw I got niggaz
t front! No, I can't believe this funk Got a blacklash as long as some happy ass Clown, frown, Uh I get down In the trenches underneath the underground Under
jail No wonder everybody always said that I would fail Chorus x2 I found myself locked in a cell and I was just another number The thin ice was cracking and I was sinking under