remember me, the Ill Minded/
the same mindset I Still Rhyme With//
Constantly when I Bomb the Beat/
with a whole lot of Honesty//
death is what this world Promised me/
Ironically, I'm On the Streets//
talking like I don't Wanna leave/
so I inhale the Chronic Deep//
into my lungs and Let it Go/
forgetting all the Stress I Know/
only for it to keep Returning
that must be what keeps me Burning//
like I'm close to the Flames of Hell/
reminded of the Pain I've Felt//
but in the mirror a Stranger Yells/
hoping he can Remain Himself//