family without love, is straight fake like selling oregano as bud, friends are thicker than blood, i'm gonna die as a scrub, even if i'm rich as fuck, my hatchet dont rep a gang but i'm throwing it up only corrupt if you dont support the cause, i only win battles, never start wars, only shatter airways, no felonies from broken jaws, i toke up cuz laws only apply to those who abide, so i smoke a blunt as i ride, leaving ashes in my wake cuz i'm taking my high, until i say goodbye forever, sharing my thoughts with those who will hear, but still the chosen's unclear, stranded in an ocean of beer, steadily floating near, but the land moves as i approach, as if to say that its gone like the end of a roach, hope my people stay close, till i arrive at the destination, i'm high with hell that i'm facing, no more running so i'm embracing, for years people have been hating, now its fading into a memory, i just hope that when i die someone will remember me, life goes by and stays cold as december be, nineteen years old still dont know why god sent me, with a soul drained so low its almost empty, only sound that i hear is the devil trying to tempt me