Demons in my head refuse to leave even by means of preaching
Who under twenty years old sleeps with a gun under the pillow
Never felt sure 'bout anyone
Trust was just an illusion
Many disappear somewhere along the way when chasing after themselves
I wasn't afraid to die, I was afraid to snap to it
I rapped all is well even though for reals I was pulling one's leg
I never saw the big picture, just grey squalid life
Nothing matttered, I just wanted to sink in deeper into the gutter
When my brother left
Little did I know what was going on
Under thirty, I guess it goes with the territory
I had no choice but to go on and knock-out these woes of mine
Can't swell in no more for I have a family to feed
Fell all the way into the gutter, rose back up with my new shoes
Bet ya I wouldn't even be alive to this day had I gone on jogging like that
I burnt bridges, made out the difference between friends and brothers
Be sure to turn your back on purpose so I can see who you stab first