This is a song about "Fiend death die meth crack drugs hate cry pain"

So we can live again

You think hate gonna inflict pain

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

I'm sick of seeing crack-addict single moms who bite the meth,

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

I cry sometimes, no lie, my family would die

I felt like i needed to die my own death,

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Too late to cry but not too late to die

I shine like something in the sky

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Yo i'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend, y'all motherfuckers get yo act clean,