Featuring: BJ The Chicago Kid
Ride to it, ride to it
Cause you never know
When a bullet might hit
Then you die to it, die to it
Die to it, die to it
Live your life, live it right
Be different, do different things
Don't do it like he did
Cause he ain't what you is
But we can win, wait, let's be straight to the point
To the meaning of life
What's my purpose? Maybe this Earth is ain't a good place to be
How far is heaven? Let's see
Is it in the clouds like they said it would be?
I wonder when I die
Will it give me receipts?
I wonder will the eyes of the lord look at me?
Look at me, look at me, I'm a loser, I'm a winner
I'm good, I'm bad, I'm a Christian, I'm a sinner
I'm humble, I'm loud, I'm righteous, I'm a killer
What I'm doing, I'm saying that I'm human
Now people just:
It go 1, 2, 3, two
In the front, one in the back seat
Seat, seat, seat
Looking for a victim of an AK-47
100 round each, each, each
Why must we retaliate?
Is it human nature? I don't know
I look for the answers later
Make a right, there they go!
As I open this book and then burn up some of this reefer
My plan is to figure out the world and escape all my demons
I'm dying inside, I wonder if Zion inside the heavens
A condom, a rollie, pain, a fat blunt and a mack 11
That's all I see in my life and they tell me to make it right
But I'm right on the edge of Everest and I might jump tonight
Have you ever had known a saint that was taking sinner's advice?
Well it's probably you, am I right? If I'm wrong, you a fucking lie
When I lie on back and look at the ceiling , it's so appealing to pray
I wonder if I'm just a villan, dealing my morals away
Some people look at my face then tell me don't worry about it
I give em back they deposit, no money, just total silence
I'm running, they say I'm wylin' a youngun with lack of guidance
That's hundreds of us with problems: more money, more drugs and violence
Look at the soul of an out-of-control artist
That's dealing with life the hardest. That's on my life, but regardless
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