we grew up in this place and we chased what we could, but were based in a place that’s taken from our hood,so we chase the paper, so would we chase the neighbour, would we chase on the take for the taste of flavor, We say what we want and we take what we need, as we wait for the train, but the train that never leaves, the train never sleeps, cause the train is a beast, the train is the game that u play when u breath, now we learn to evolve from the pain we've lost, told to work till were old and to prey to god, they cant explain the dodge, their afraid of loss, and i'm amazed at the way they can blame the mob, I’ve had enough getting stuck at the wall they made, cause we rush in the dust in a soulless way, we all get stuck till were old and grey, cause were all in a rush with our ball and chains,

Is it written in stone, about were we go, or is it giving what you know, about sharing hope, is it who u can be, when u care the most, or is it bearing the load of wearing a ghost,

but the story today is that were walking of the plank, as the mouse trap snaps your caught in a maze, caught in a phase with a porcelain name, talking the talk but u walk in their game, cause The clocks are ticking, from the cogs of wisdom, lost in the fog from the cost of living, ur not forgiven, so ur locked in prison, lost in the mob so stop and listen,

wrapped in a sick head, acting and intense, facts bin in miss lead, packed in a big mess, trapped in the living dead, trapped to the bitter end, trapped to the fact we adapt to a prison pen.