This is a song about "Time flies when you re dead inside"

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

But i don't feel alive, so i step to thrive it's hard, i feel dead inside

Can't you see in breaking inside

Jt: no one to hold her tight

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Money can be re-earned, but you cant turn back time

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

When i'm low, she take me high

You see there was a time when i

Only strapped when the backpack got bud inside

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

You saying we rap's claimin' a fighter pilot flies don't