Aint much in life not pain but we maintain, small sips ease the shame, blow the smoke out my range fog and haze fill the game..its a blitz of a maze these streets keep us trife red rags blue lites bleed strife...get rite, phene for the dopest know that I wrote this. theyll eat face off cuz its not dope enough..and for the love I bust..reach skyscrappers let the heavens take us..back to the dirt that made us...stargaizers...