so you can tell me im an outcast
i only see it as a compliment
it only seperates my fears from my confidence
im nothing like the rest of you
i put that on anything
and its just unbelievable when i look back on everything
and everything i ever did i see it in a slideshow
running from the clouds you get caught up in a cyclone
running from police you get caught up in a typecast
running from ya problems, and running to the wine glass
lifes hard so you looking for escape routes
drugs are the ladder and the keys to a safe house
maybe you can see it now maybe you can comprehend
drowning in the broken promises of all our honest friends
maybe were just lost maybe we just need the help
following somebody else maybe you should be yourself
hunts said a crew that doesnt grow dies
i never really understood but now i know why
so now you have me on a mission
i seen them carry ya casket so i guess i have to carry on tradition
and rip it for my homie and the king of the west
i know you spread ya wings for us when you put up an S
so i guess im relieved that ya free of the pain,
but find it hard to believe well never see you again
so i just think about ya strength when im writing my raps
and make a toast to ya life with this ice in my jacks


so are we caught up in the craze or lost in translation
stuck were we cannot remain
you see all live life tryina meet them expectation
we go between pleasure and pain

but that aint free



ah ima a rival of society
runnin from my problems so im runnin from sobriety
coz when im the in traffic its harder to steer
i find moments of peace hidden in my cartons of beer
yeah i can see it clear now i can see it clear
you do it for the money but i do it for the cheer
i do it for myself and i do it for my peers
and silence is out of tune music to my ears
spent years at my desk, only trying to be the best
and was lookin for success but found none of it here
now we are destined for a life
full of bitches and ice
and when i say ice i dont mean the type that you can wear
coz the crack is in ya neighborhood,
heaven for the meth heads
fuckin with my stress levels getting all these death threats
cautious of my next step, livin like a weirdo
feelin like a prisoner but posin as a hero!

so are we caught up in the craze or lost in translation
stuck were we cannot remain
you see all live life tryina meet them expectation
we go between pleasure and pain

but that aint free