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Im pacing my self
Running a thousand miles
Though insanity
Just trying to escape the misery with no looking back
I need something to ease the mental
Stress that im feeling inside 
Im token on the Merry-Jane
Every toke i take is releasing the pain n elevating me to a higher level

As time fly’s bye watch fame unfold Heats burns away 
The heats gone cold i seen so many of the homies round 
The way fade’n away roll models round the hood all selling yay
No hopes in our hearts gotah give money
Cause mum aint got any, so im doing 
What i can just to survive cause the streets a 
Struggle n the pigs wana through u away n the penitentiary
That’s why i got my middle finger sky high
Saying fuck-em all cause i gotah stay fly

Creeping on the come up with a boulder on my shoulder
A song with no hook a book with no cover a family shattered
Torn apart by family violence my mind state situated around
Dope pheens, fights n gangs, colors n patches
Drugs n money, raised around
A corrupt society, u know im faceless with out an expression
But i stay on point, like a marksman with automatic aim 

My insanity is my energy to prevail

At the top imah be seein my self in the Future yo

Doing what the fuck i can just to survive but im just to stubon to understand

Yeah...
Doing what i can but it’s a struggle


1st infantry thug music
Bang-in heat stacking bricks n the streets
Clocking back, triggers 
Chrome with the rubber grip
12 bullets in the clip
Im sending shots yo way to show you i aint playing
12 star veteran holding my head deep cause im moving amongst shadows
Counting cream every day staying loyal to the game feeling pain
To all the bitches diss-n I’ll be simultaneously killing, smoking weed till the day 
I disease n elevate out the psychical to a spiritual level provoke me n unleash a beast
Mother fucker - 187 murders on yah block infamus I’ll destroy any mother fucker n my Way.