This is a song about "Dark gritty reality of the streets"

Yearning on the verge of reality frantically searching for sanity when nervous

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

In the shadows of dark with no light around

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

See, and now life seem hard

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

I guess that's why some people are afraid of the dark,

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

The division of reality and then my minds revision

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

The numbness of reality like an orange