This is a song about "Old times"

Hand to hand in the cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

There is a light that shines

But shit it's all mine, at all times

Click-clack, backtrack to earlier times

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

We hustle to survive

Relive all the good times

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Track 8.) langston hughes (surviving the times)

Like kg said cowards die a thousand times

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Said off so many times, writers block, its hard times

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

I'm standing on the field full of land mines