It's just like hell…I can't turn back…its just like hell…reverse it back…around…

Pressure here…just like it's stricken me down…no tellin here what gonna happen now…

Make me wanna cringe…thinkin of some thangz…reflections tend to sting…broken down…home…

In the ghetto what a scene…what is going wrong…life is not a dream…I aint tryna point the finger…

I won't place the blame…here I am caught up in the gutter…kinda like the same…

If you have to live again…don't you dread and think of that…

Is it welter weight…is it heavy weight…

Risen from the bottom…ghetto as my class…

All goin by so fast…and when I'm gone…I want to leave a legacy…

I'm just like…gazing many stars…posted every day at the seet…up in my nest…homeless for a minute…

Let me throw that in this song…didn't get to me…still I carried on…just like marly…

My carriage as my feet…the streets are never empty…lookin up and down the block…

Freighter doesn't care…you know it doesn't stop…had your mind set…

Project unto that green…weight is all you know…stuck there inbetween…

Tripper cloud…a middle man…there in between…tryna move from here…tryna do the math…

Its just reigned down the struggle all the horses and the wrath…endurance is impressive…

Its been so very long…but also like the years had rather flitted by…

I'm lookin all around no ones by my side…

Is it welterweight…is it heavy weight…risen from the bottom…ghetto as my class…

All goin by so fast…and when I'm gone…I want to leave a legacy…

If I tell you like its real…I'm in a life of poverty…but the grail is in my mind…with the feed…mezz…mar…

Mezz…mar…all the time when I take it in…breadth is miles wide…were did it begin…

Disfunction does it last…I can function with a past…many strayin from the mark…

No the engine doesn't start…like a broke down car 96 or 92…burstin out with flames wacha gonna do…

Or is it comin through…you could keep it clear…or you could stir the billow haze…choice is always…

Yours…choose which road to take…your just spinning those wheels…were you goin in your lane…

Could you pace yourself…better brace yourself…always with a noose…and you knew…

That it could fall before your feet…luscious words…a heart…could beat…

Can you decide if you will stay or will you go…future as its stole…or what would you do with the daze…

That we got…with the rhythm of the struggle will you do your part…started somewhere…

Where you risen to…

Is it welter weight…is it heavy weight…risen from the ghetto…as my class…

All goin by so fast…and when I'm gone…I want to leave a legacy…