This is a song about "Wishing"

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

As i sit here wishing for those relaxing dreams,

Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Wishing but knowing i won't soar to you up in that sky.

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

With a girl im only wishing would be here

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Just a peaceful musician, so quit the bitching and wishing,

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Wishing for a new re-dition have them regret

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting