| Ay, how the fuck we doing tonight? |
| Y’all drinking? I’m drinking |
| Y’all mo’fuckas ready? |
| When I say «brain», you say, «sick» |
| Last night I had a dream that I was faded… |
| All a nigga ever wanted was to make it… |
| Last night I had a dream that I was famous |
| I woke up to guards rattling my cage |
| I swore to you that you were like my notepad |
| Mutilate and using razors, dad was feeling so bad |
| Beefing with my mama feeling like I would have no dad |
| «Solo for life» into my own skin I really wrote that |
| Mentally abusive, I grew up and would hold back |
| Everything I’m thinking to the point where is my dome at |
| Started out poetically and then a nigga wrote raps |
| And I drunk without any outlets, if I could go back |
| Then I might have had a chance of me finding me |
| Talking about my soul 'cause I know God’s hiding this |
| I don’t wanna die slow but why don’t this time exist |
| Thinking with a blindfold then find hoes I’m blinded with |
| Women I confided in, money that I’m try’na spend |
| With 'em and I’m broke man get like love I’ma trip |
| Love is only how self can define this shit |
| With that said pick a side of friends |
| It was written like a hieroglyph |
| And fuck a nine to five I feel like Pac back in '96 |
| Right inside the whip before he ride the strip |
| Now picture me rolling the finest spliff |
| Pardon me y’all I’m high and shit, time to spit |
| Why do we die to get, accepted by the lifestyles and try to fit |
| In wherever we can even if we do not like the shit |
| Tell me that’s what suicidal is, y’all really die for this |
| I did like twice, my net gateway drug tried to sick |
| LQ I tried to sip, weed now I’m liking this |
| Popped a pill I’m for real hood homies like ya dick |
| Fourteen years old like blood how many lines I sniff? |
| Pussy got thrown my way, fuck it I’m diving in all of this |
| Cause I was lonely, fuck I insist, look at the crimes I did |
| Now I sit all alone 'cause I ain’t want to; how ironic life can get |
| Last night I had a dream that I was faded |
| All a nigga ever wanted was to make it |
| Last night I had a dream that I was famous |
| I woke up to guards rattling my cage |
| Half of my mind is in heaven, half of my mind is in Hell |
| Grabbing one side is the devil, grabbing one side is Tarrel |
| Maybe my conscious unconscious and I’ll just side with myself |
| Maybe my luck running dry and I need to dive in the well |
| Maybe the ones in my life the reason my life isn’t well |
| Touching my face in the mirror to keep reminding myself |
| Just to be free on the inside like the bibles in jail |
| I put my life in these bars like twenty-five with an L |
| Sitting inside of this cell, losing the sight of a will |
| But if I die then he bail, I’m still inside of myself |
| Come out yo mind I’m compelled, to feel the fire and melt |
| Like I decided to weld, a jail inside of a jail |
| And I never really got any mail, just write a rhyme I could yell |
| 'Cause I ain’t got nothing else, I guess I’m writing myself |
| Too busy riding with autos not enough light in myself |
| Like Angus Malcom and Bon guess I’m on the highway to hell |
| When you’re a lonely child you know your mind didn’t dwell |
| Feel like you’re voiceless, heartless, and spineless as well |
| Assuming hatred was human nature in my liquid hell |
| I’m mutilated decayed and dated the time I was twelve |
| My mama prolly was fed up like what’s the problem with 'rell |
| Feel like I didn’t have anyone, that’s why I would rebel |
| No biological pops so I identified with myself |
| A decade later I’m solitary inside of a cell |
| Iso… |
| (Mister Gulledge, wake up. Breakfast time) |
| Fuck we got today, man? |
| Ay, you forgot my milk, man |
| Ay! Ay, CO! Ay! |