Keep your head up.

Yeah.

I like to be closed captioned.

Addicted to fatal protractions.

Pictures of actions.

Playback.

In the midst of mashing.

No fairytales.

For this young black male.

Some see me stranded in this land of hell.

Jail and crack sales.

Hustling hard to break a culture.

All the repercussions.

While busting on backstabbing vultures.

Selling my soul for material riches.

Fast cars.

Listen, I did my life a legend, immortalized the pictures.

Watch that tear, say your sympathy.

My shallow ears will spit worry in my beers in the cemetery.

Here's a message to the newborns waiting to breathe.

If you believe, then you can achieve.

Just look at me.

Against all odds, don't like this hard cap, yo.

Living in the projects, broke with no lights on.

To all of these that follow me, protect your assets.

One with less, but you're still fresh.

Just smile for me now.

Smile for me now.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

The world is reloading with its furious speeds.

Unanswered questions keep us all stressed and curious.

Backstabbed and bleeped.

Learning, dunking straight shots, bullets be hot, they burning, inhalers, smoke, visualize the flames, well I've been smuggled by my own pain, strange whispers, I was found to say, so quick to distance, taking pictures for the fans, and desperate hopes they get us, get us all, give us plenty centuries, forgive my sins, if I ain't at many penitentiaries, the best revenge is...

We military minds and zombies, busting shots blindly, trying to find Jehovah to help somebody save me.

Lost and crazy, scared to drop a seed, hoping I ain't cursed, my baby, maybe now.

And now moment of silence.

Thank you.