The top is far, and you’ve been stuck at the bottom far too long;
The light barely shines toward your direction, the hope is weak;
Great ambition, and so many love you, so why are you so weak;
Life passes you by, and you struggle to keep your feet;
No one seems to understand you, and you wonder why it’s like this;
Your just so busy, and there is no time for rest, it makes you weak;
You feel like your fighting a war, but what war are you fighting;
No one seems to understand, nor do you seem to understand life;
It’s a complicated matter, but it tears your soul apart;
Your lost and it’s been years, can’t seem to find yourself;
But this pain feels like infinity.


Deep In The Streets.

Looking lean, very clean, stacked up;
Coming home in the morning, girl sitting the all shocked up saying baby, where the hell you been, saying I was being mean, riding through the hood, making it rain;
She smiles, saying that’s my boo, but you see that glance in her eyes, telling you she dying inside;
She love, she die for me, but she killing herself worrying about me, love her too and she my god damn ride and die girl, but hell, why I got to make her die inside;
Saying it’s KiNG from da da block, she saying I want that romantic young boy I fell in love with from da da country;
But I am like damn girl, I love this luxury and us hittin’ club 50k deep, but she saying what happens when our little or boy girl come, what happens to KiNG from da da block, I’m like shit girl, you legit;
She just grab me, whispering boo, I love you even if you deep in the streets, but I want you back in reality, holding it legit;
Then I hit block looking crispy and clean but I am like damn, who am I really, it’s hard when you don’t know who you are, where you going to school, and all else fails except the block you running.