I can not frame, that's why I lose control I aim,. I stumble and I fall. Our adaptation can't be faithful. Your world does not attract me. . This is the end you see.
Wake up let's go for a ride. Somebody somewhere. Cries out from the inside. Of my mind. . We've got the rest of our lives. To live for the moment. And watch all the good times.
Situation critical this shit ain't nothin nice. Motherfuckers play for keeps so niggaz lose they life. Money comes in different ways, the dope game's kinda slow.