This is a song about "Life goes on"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

' alright, already, the show goes on

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Shredding lines like it's a crime, on my stack goes your spine,

On poetry of rap i towed on the flow he goes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

Every since then our whole city been horrible

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

But i guess this my life story and that's how it goes

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Sometimes with what goes on down here i think he's just bored.