6acc at tha 6ottom again/e'erytime i gain a little/ i lose a little more/god dayum door shut in my face/c'mon 6oogeyman picc up tha pace/move wit haste/cuz i got no fuccn time to waste/most of u cuddnt handle tha stress i go through/6ut i always make it through tha shit no matter how hard it hit/6ut sumtimes it makes me feel like shit/sumone tell me im gonna make it so i can give my kids n wife whut they need wit my music/cuz i wanna use it so bad it makes me sicc to my stomach/sumtimes it leads to heartache/so god tell me its finally time fo me to get down n shine n give all these ppl a tatse of whats goin through my mind/cuz i jus wanna feed to e'ery need that they cud have/this shit makes me so mad i feel like a scum bag/cuz i do anything for them/cuz wit out em i pro6a6ly be toe-tagged on a cold sla6/i think it wud 6e my time to go out this world only reason im still here is 6ecuz they're my fuccn world
