Nothing

pass the pace to me,

and maybe a pencil and a paper gee,

and i write about the slavery,

that got us all living in pain and misery,

it's time to fight back till victory,

and start to live properly,

actually, fuck the luxary,

i just wanna be able to live happily,

i started rapping at local clubs to feed my family,

i'm also a roadworker, and still we're stuck in poverty,

it's like a joke, a fucking comedy,

only there ain't a damn thang funny about it to me,

and when i remenice my past,

i lie to myself saying, maybe this pain won't last,

but who're you kidding?

everybody is shitting their pants,

and laugh at your ass everytime they get the chance,

until you wanna give up like you're viva la france,

and you fall to the ground and you're right back at the point you just began,

you wanna get back up but you can't,

this ain't the future you once held inside of your hands,

this isn't part of any of your plans

now the devil is in control of your soul,

your life no longer has any purpose or a goal,

cause who wants to be badass, got's to pay a toll,

but let me tell you a secret, ten billion dollars ain't worth shit you know,

cause i can tell, before you die you already got a free trip to hell,

they dump yo ass and look for another sucka with a soul to sell,

goodbye, farewell,

they already put a number on yo ass,

cause these motherfuckers know when you's gonna pass.