It Takes Skill To Be Real. Time

Perhaps I Was Blind To The Facts, Stabbed In The Back I Couldn't Trust My Own Homies Just A Bunch Of Dirty Rats

I'd Be In My Hotel Room, Smoking Too Much, Drinking, Going To Clubs, Just Being Numb. That Was Being In Jail To Me. I Wasn't Happy At All On The Streets. That Was The Addict Speaking.

I'm Doing This For The Kid Who Truly Leads A 'thug Life' And Thinks It's Hopeless.

Heavenly Father, I'm A Soldier I'm Gettin, Hotter, Cuz The World Is Gettin' Colder.

It Takes Skill To Be Real. Time To Heal Each Other