Can I Get A Witness That I'm Trying?

Because So Much Of This Living Is Dying

White Trash Motherfucker But You Know I Ain't Racist

You Want To Talk Beer Your Gonna Have To Talk Cases

Suck Another Guiness Down To The Foam

Drunk Or Sober No Joke On The Microphone

And Sometimes You Gotta Ease The Pain With Illegal Drugs

Cause You Know The Road Of Life Is Filled With Hardships 'cuz



Don't Want To Make This Life Seem Glamorous Cause It's Not

Working Shit Jobs Just To Play Rock

Be Who You Are Not What You're Not

Meditating In Bars To Write Hip-hop



You Know I'm On Like Level Z Of Moon Patrol

I Take The Mic And I Take Control

And From The 'fax To The 'hamp To The 'loin

You Know There's Lessons In Life That You Can't Avoid

Like When Your Backs To The Wall Man It's Hard To Get A Vision

I Spent My Time As A Hobart Technichian

And You Now When You're Down They Never Heard Of You

But When You're Coming Up, It's Like They Want To Murder You