"
To live and die in L.A.,
Where everyday we try to fatten they pockets,
So many hustle for the cash, so it's hard to knock it,
Everybody got they own thing, currency chasin',
Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces,
Shed tears as we bury brother close to heart,
What was a friend, now a ghost in the dark,
Hard part 'bout it, brother got smoked by a fiend,
Tryin' to floss on him, blind to a broken man's dream,
A hard lesson, court cases keep 'em guessin',
Plea bargain ain't an option now, so I'm stressin',
Cost me more to be free than a life in the pen,
Makin' money off of cuss words, writin' again,
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen,
Late night down sunset, likin' the scene,
What's the worst they can do to a playa?,
Got me lost in Hell, to live and die in L.A. on bail -- my people say..."
my mood right now.