lost foot and it was sugar in my gas tank
my cushion was a bosom on bad days
there's not a black woman i can't thank
you called crying when i told you these the last days
could've split the last plate
please get ya alibi straight
no sense in looking in the sky
trace elements meddle with minds
niggas with live ammunitions and the stick on the highway
i only get better with time
that's what my mom say to dodge satan
say to kill him this time
what good is it if it's not
sookie niggas wasn't shit
face looking like i stumbled out of bed
mama said she used to see my father in me
living life like a nigga put a price on my head
if you need it and i want it
going through it like prayers in the night sky
you look like a chair when you folding up
hands on like a goalie with the puck
see the ghost of where i was