I know I seem like the biggest joke
Cause I make lots of money from dealin’ dope
But don’t blame me 
Circumstances made me what I am
Don’t wanna work for Uncle Sam
Gotta war I’m fightin’ daily 
Don’t need to join the army
Shotin’, robbin’, killin’, 
Seeing my kids rarely
This is the life I’m livin’
Wish I can stop time 
And rewind were I fell off
Some where in the ghetto I got lost
Out here on my own, raising my little brother 
Cause the same thing I’m dealing took over my mother
Don’t have no memory of my father, he’s just a ghost in past ages 
as a young boy I had to make my own wages
Now I’m just a sick bee in a garden full of empty flowers
fightin' in a thunderstorm, caught up in a misty shower
the vaccant high of the nights drill into my mind 
causing sanity to die
my conscious is multiplied by the smell of death
and thousands of voices sorround my head
tears I constantly shed, not because I'm a punk 
but deep, deep, deep down inside I'm scared
scared of me, and the man I've become
I’m a menus to society, constantly on the run
Repeatedly thrown in the pen
Get turned down for jobs
So to this day I’m still husltin’ 
Not just drugs, 
But life in general
Don’t know if I’ll live to see tomorrow 
so right now I'm planning my own funeral
There’s no way out 
Can’t turn my back on my homies’
For those who know me
I take care of mines 
I can’t stop what I’m doin’
Cause mentally I’m already ruined 
If you get a chance to read this letter
I’m living life better
I met up with death
It shot me with a black hand and took away my breath
My life, I didn’t regret
I wasn’t born a violent man
I don't know if you'll  ever understand
But...
Circumstances made me what I am…