Blood stained fabric, cotton up in an addict Life so tragic, seem like death is attractive You step up into the minds of the crime-infested youth Ain't no jobs, ain't no stop to this police abuse So we kill, drill, OD popping pills Fantasize a steal when you went home without a meal Welcome to the grave, no debate *59, 666, the Grey No escape from my fate, bitch, I'm ready to die today Fuck the police and judges Fuck the priest and Gods judgin' Fuck the state and the public I wanna see tall skyscrapers crumbling We all meet the shovel, don't have to act humble Distance myself from the huddle—nothing but trouble Find me a nice quiet place in the jungle Keep it lowkey, keep it subtle Only a couple allowed in my bubble Puddle of blood the result of the hustle Cuddle my drugs by the bundle My frontal lobe constantly struggle, uh