[Hook]:

Why they tryna take from me?

Just tryna find a way for me

Hope I supply a plate for we

This life is miles away from we

But I can't go outside

(I can't stand the rain on my window)

But I can't go outside

(Like I'm from that place where the wind blow)

I can't go outside

(I can see the pain from my window)

I can't go outside

(Hope I can sustain when the wind blow)

No, I can't go out side

Verse (Sip Jackson):

It's like this here: It rains in the six yearly

Though I can't see clearly, I whip it in sixth gear

I'm drowning in vices for all the minutes I sit here

This fire I'm lighting is like the temp that I spit near

To the rifle I'm writing for all the cyphers I'll rip

And all of the shows I'll expose em to all the bull that they mishear

Cuz they shootin the shooter; prey becoming the predator

It's likely vendetta will be the image they paint clear

They murdering children with conscience clear as a summer sky

And flushing the evidence. Got the nerve to still wonder why

We ain't fuckin wit them. Cuz we ain't fucking wit them

Cuz darker skin is the signal to say he clutching to them

And buckshots in the stomach is just like cuffing to them

With thanks given commission is like the stuffing to them

So, I be puffin' that hemp and filling cups to the brim

Hope they ain't slamming when Pippen is standing under the rim

[Hook]

Verse (Cale Charles):

I had a dream I never made it there

Endeavored severe weather, and paid the fare

Fuck it, I'd blaze a square, if I smoked them

These words so true, I felt naked, bare when I wrote them

I share my wear and tear, hoping you can compare and quote them

Don't need a pair of open eyes to stare, engulf in fires. Nightmares I cope with

Shit, I just wanna be remembered

As more than a wanna-be or pretender who was hindered by his blind ambition

Passing time casting lines in a pond there ain't a God damn fish in

For a life like a damn fiction. Got a knife, and my hand's itching

And, my strife turns this ambition to damn friction

I got the drive but the plan's missing. That or the transmission

Since Keys died, I take flight with what's in my hand, twisted

And, I never used to do that

That's why that Easy Rider, I'm forever cruising to that

And hope the homie knew that whenever niggas said Keys was going places, I said true that. (Keys Jingle)

[Hook]