like the shore to the sand
nigga i'm just tryna be free
i got a plan that you wouldn't understand
see this is attica for the soul
let alone my soul ain't for sale
it won't be concealed in no type of cell
the resistance different than a cuticle
when they try and break ya but they couldn't graze ya
'cause you high up in the sky
why you admiring the pie?
come get you a slice fore these motherfuckers eat it all
full of trials and tribulate
but we good 'cause we beat em all
my maker hold my fate and i know we got a date
so i'm good if i don't see tomorrow
i'm scrapin up the plates
just in case i never see tomorrow
just in case i gotta see the mod
well in that case i hope i clr
and ask him why he had to take a mirror
i see you and your sisters
now she spilled too many tears
and boy you know we think about you every year
i hope you come and visit like you do my pops
man i just wanna kick it like we used to
why you take him? why you spare me?
'cause i remember clearly
sounds in my ears and them bullets flying near me