[Verse 1]

Yo, shakers, movers, haters, rapists, losers, liars, takers, shooters

With absurd dreams like Al who was 13

When he burst on the scene

That eventually hurt him

Got a tool, he stole from dad

Thought it'd be cool

To play show and tell so he took it to school

He in class with it, stylin for mad bitches

Nickle bag lifted, its sad cuz he mad gifted

But that biscuit will only lead to bad business

Moms on dope, dads just ridiculous

That leaves a Menace, wantin' to be Caine

But they one in the same both runnin' from pain

But the laughter it fell from his face

When it fell from his waist

And hit Ramell by mistake

Tried as an adult, facin a long bid

But the charge might change gotta see if the lil boy lives

[Hook]

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel

Was just a freight train coming your way

[Verse 2]

Yo, self-pity, chasin, wealth

Could be sickly if you fend for yourself in city like Nitty

Who sold dope his whole life, the nigga sold dope to his own wife

He knew her death would come soon

Bein real how much drugs could she consume

Even hid guns in his sons' room

But they don't know its a secret believe it

He don't want them to get hit the way that he did

House raided, drove by the house sprayed it

Ran in stole his stash, spouse naked

Its real here, he thankful that he still here

Caught'em nine times he'll easily take the wheelchair

Old hustla's can't escape old madness

Get the same results dealin' with old habits

Which makes Nitty a lifetime sufferer

Who thinks it'll be a'ight since he lives with his very best customer

Hook

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel

Was just a freight train coming your way

[Verse 3]

Yo, his spite is vintage, more so extensive

Revenge is best served cold but its expensive

Near steps, to revenge is near death

He disappears stressed reappears with a TEC

You kill his dog, he gone kill your cat

His pops killed his mother so he killed his dad

In his head he like god damnit he crept over

With the same gun his pop planted that he slept over

Raised as a killa from an age that's a thrilla

Age with no filta and that rage is familiar

Now fate has him sleepin' over that guy

Responsible for that black patch over his eye

Pillow over Al's face he leaned over and cried

He sighed and said "Your parents won't know that you died"

Death penalty, no amnesty just insanity

Clock ticks on the last member of his immediate family

[Hook]

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel

Was just a freight train coming your way