Yeah, nigga. The smoke of New York. Get up, come on. . There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you. Some say your soul may burn in the flame. So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you.
How many times will I ask how I came to be here?. And how many times will you demand that I sacrifice?. Hey you. What do you want from me?. Hey you. What are you going to do to me?.