Yo, shakers, movers, haters, rapists, losers, liars, takers, shooters

With absurd dreams like Al who was thirteen

When he burst on the scene that eventually hurt him

Got a tool, he stole from dad, thought it'd be cool

To play show and tell so he took it to school

He in class with it, stylin' for mad bitches

Nickle bag lifted, it's sad 'cause he mad gifted

But that biscuit will only lead to bad business

Mom's on dope, dad's just ridiculous

That leaves a Menace, wantin' to be Caine

But they one and the same, both runnin' from pain

But the laughter it fell from his face

When it fell from his waist and hit Ramell by mistake

Tried as an adult, facin' a long bid

But the charge might change, gotta see if that lil' boy lives

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel

Was just a freight train coming your way

Yo, self-pity, chasin', wealth

Could be sickly when you fend for yourself in the city like Nitty

Who sold dope his whole life, the **** sold dope to his own wife

He knew her death would come soon

Bein' real, how much drugs could she consume?

Even hid guns in his sons' room

But they don't know it's a secret, believe it

He don't want them to get hit the way that he did

House raided, drove by the house, sprayed it

Ran in, stole his stash, spouse naked

It's real here, he thankful that he still here

Caught 'em nine times, he'll easily take the wheelchair

Old hustlers can't escape old madness

Get the same results dealin' with old habits

Which makes Nitty a lifetime sufferer

Who thinks it'll be a'ight since he lives with his very best customer

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel

Was just a freight train coming your way

Yo, his spite is vintage, more so extensive

Revenge is best served cold but it's expensive

Near steps, to revenge is near death

He disappears stressed, reappears with a TEC

You kill his dog, he gon' kill your cat

His pops killed his mother so he killed his dad

In his head he like, "God dammit," he crept over

With the same gun his pop planted that he slept over

Raised as a killer from an age that's a thriller

Age with no filter and that rage is familiar

Now fate has him sleepin' over that guy

Responsible for that black patch over his eye

Pillow over Al's face, he leaned over and cried

He sighed and said, "Your parents won't know that you died"

Death penalty, no amnesty, just insanity

Clock ticks on the last member of his immediate family

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel

Was just a freight train coming your way