This is a song about "The catigorical imperative"

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

The bigger the the fun

It ain't where i been

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back