i was talking to this kid in one of my classes and he was tellin me of all the drugs he does with his friends, and you can just tell that it has ruined his life...

got my mind on the fotie that i just chugged
got my hand on my gut where i just got plugged
got my eye on the ground cause it's covered with the blood
of my foes and my brothas, but that's just life in tha hood.

too many thoughts in my mind
and they so hard to define
explain it? im'm tryin
but i just got one more line

my pen's drippin
strips of my soul
ripped out and spittin
out my thoughts that are buildin
up to much now to be written
but the pieces aint fittin
laid out on the ground now im sittin
in my misery im quittin
and my mistakes are mine
explain it? im tryin
but i got just one more line

my hands shakin
spillin liquid
glass breakin
the hand of the man
sellin me the achin
and all my troubles
in a bag that im takin
killin me slow
like a death blow
im awaken
to the sound of the statesman
makin promises breakin em
foolin an fakin
not care'n bout my state'n
im rantin now
pantin out breath, thought and speech
happiness out of reach
speakin in tongues
as i wander the streets
seein what were once people dyin
feelin bad for not cryin
searchin for a sign
but there's none to find
s'like someone just emptied my mind
explain it? im dyin
searchin for a line
there's always one more
always one more line.