| Days going by, I’m losing friends | 
| You never know when it’s gon' end | 
| Some in the pen, some underground | 
| Souls that are lost, hope they are found | 
| If heaven’s a place, I hope that they’re there | 
| Wherever they are, they know that I care | 
| It’s coming for me, so I get prepared | 
| Look in my eyes, the fear isn’t there | 
| 'Cause I been aware, I live in the shadows | 
| The valley of death, where I do my battle | 
| One day I’m a lose and then I’ll be gone | 
| I’m making these songs, so that I live on | 
| Death is like, it’s a crazy thing and I’m gonna talk about it | 
| And my mom, she… | 
| She feared for me and my brothers because we seen more death that she’s seen in | 
| her sixty-something years… | 
| I miss Mikey cause, that’s the way it is | 
| You start to lose your friends and you don’t wanna live | 
| You gotta give it time, and the pain will pass | 
| I miss Walker and Camu and the homie Poo | 
| In the days past and days to come | 
| You got to live your life and make each day your favorite one | 
| In the days past and days to come | 
| You got to live your life | 
| You’re put on this Earth for however long | 
| It favors the weak and never the strong | 
| They say it’s a game, so I play along | 
| Some say I’m king, some say I’m pawn | 
| Live from the soul to the break of dawn | 
| You never know the day you’ll be gone | 
| No matter the odds, I’m taking 'em all | 
| Some say I’m right, some say I’m wrong | 
| Wanna escape the path that you’re on? | 
| Erasing the pain by waving a wand | 
| Some roll a J, some hit the bong | 
| I let the beat play, then I make a song | 
| You know, niggas is smoking and drinking and all feeling the same pain | 
| And we come from a culture where it’s not, it’s not all the way legit to share | 
| your feelings, so some of us don’t even know how to connect on that level, | 
| you know? | 
| And I feel like sometimes that’s the even, like the main, the reason that I got, | 
| I got married, is because I wanted to have the homies in, in dress-up for | 
| something that wasn’t a funeral for once, 'cause the only time we wear these | 
| fucking clothes and these fucking shoes and these shirts and these ties is, | 
| shit, is when when motherfuckers get put in the ground. | 
| Or for a court day, | 
| where a motherfucker get hit with numbers. | 
| Like, what the fuck man? | 
| You know? | 
| And then through all this shit, that’s all, you know, death is a normal point, | 
| like everybody goes through that shit. | 
| Like on top of the fucking police | 
| fucking with you, on top of bitches ass niggas fucking with you, on top of, | 
| you know what I’m sayin', your pops not being there or someplaces your mom and | 
| your father not being there and they throw it all on you. | 
| Uh, you go: | 
| ''You know, have a nice life'' | 
| STRAAANGE! | 
| Music |