I'm living like a king whose sitting with a drink and sippin that shit in
finally done tripping about things that are missing from within
leaving his heart in shreds it's like I'm marked for death
but I can't start to stress the parts that rest on shaky ground
aka the fate we found it's all crazy now nothing but pain in store
so the rain'll pour untill I change my course from the flames that scorch
life shouldn't be hell so I tell myself to stay in stealth before I melt
into a puddle of ash I struggle to grasp when I juggle my past
with a hustle that lasts beyond trouble relax before my knuckles relapse
into K O mode the fatal blow snorted up your able nose untill yayo snows
like a blizzard of mixtures that differ from the life you lived first
don't be a quitter