Texty:
Story Of The Year I M Alive

But they never make a sound I'm alive But I'm barely breathing now So place my heart under the ground Lay me down I'm alive But I'm barely breathing

loud But they never make a sound I'm alive But I'm barely breathing now So place my heart under the ground Lay me down I'm alive But I'm barely breathing

all forgotten My soul's rotten, still the blood's spilled I feel Chills, I'm still plottin, I'm ill-norm Take life forms like light storms I laugh at

I be talking more shit, they nauseous Hold up, I'll be here forever you know I'm on my fall shit And I ain't waiting for closure, I will never forfeit

my mind flippin' I'm buggin', think I'm how bizarre to hold my hustlin' Get that loot kid, you know my function 'Cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal

bro but I'd shoot that fool If he played me close and tried to test my cool Every day I wonder just how I'll die Only thing I know is how to survive

Fuck the politics and pride, I just to try to stay alive To witness where the battle lines are drawn Speak my mind and I sing my song I'm passin' on

is mandatory, my game is self explanatory I hit the blunt as I proceed to tell my ghetto stories I'm into deep, all my peeps, bring them shovel stories

But then again I got a story That's harder than the hardcore Cost of the holocaust I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on I know, where I'm from, not