This is a song about "Things left unsaid"

The things i cherished killed me and left me airless

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Cause real niggas do real things

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Spitting things inefficiently?

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Yeah on a beat i may say things

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

They say he the key to my blessings

With the rest who are left

Hold my tears i tried my best

Couldn't understand why things

That was my influence

Now everything, i dont say be left unsaid,

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend