I came from a place I forgot. I woke up in a parking lot. Far from a meal and a cot. On the corner. . Where all the streets got the same name. Maybe my brains on the brink of insane.
Talkin' dat drive by shit. Everybody talkin' dat gangsta shit. Talkin' dat drive by thang. Everybody talking dat gangsta swang. . Slaves to the rhythm of the master.