Released on December 5, 2016

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[Verse 1: Kxng Crooked]

A kid grows up thinkin' his future gon' be easy

But his life ain't nothin' like the shows he sees on his TV

He's on a different path where the road gets split in half

Right or left life or death it ain't an easy choice believe me

His father left when he was in bed sleepin', ironic

He woke up and his heart stopped over that dead beat

Tears drop, legs weak, reading a letter that said he would be back next week

He ain't come back though!

And the little kid, he just couldn't handle it

That was his first brush with abandonment

He would discover another in the form of a lover

Who was a soul mate candidate

But for now happiness has advantages

He told her he'd never leave her

Forgot his bad past 'cause she was his amnesia

Numbed all of his pain 'cause she was his anesthesia

Until she walked out on him, he almost had a seizure

Life's paintin' a dark picture

Feelin' like an organ donor she took his heart with her

His father took his childhood

'Cause he had to be the man in a wild hood

Nowhere to turn but the hard liquor

Remember the split path, right or left, life or death

It's time for him to decide, dear God, just guide his steps

'Cause he's drinkin' whisky, drivin' his car tipsy

He knows it's risky but he's contemplatin' his final breaths

Drivin' off a bridge and get rid of this silly drama

Then he pictures his mama going through one too many dramas

So he pulls over goes to sleep in a lot of Benihana's

But enough about my life, listen to Iliana's


[Verse 2: Iliana Eve]

Now maybe

I did not mean to treat you bad

But I did it anyway

And now maybe

Some would say your life was sad

But you lived it anyway

So maybe

Your friends they stand around they watch you crumble

As you fall into the ground

Then someday

Your friends they stand beside as you are flyin'

And your flyin' oh so high

So maybe

So maybe

Then someday people look at you

For what they call their own they watch you suffer

Yeah they hear you going home

Then someday we can take our time

To brush the leaves aside, so you can reach heights

Will you love me far behind?

Now maybe

I did not mean to treat you up so bad

But I did it anyway

Now I said maybe some would say, that after what you had

You couldn't shake the pain

No you couldn't shake the pain

Now maybe

I could have made my own mistakes

But I wouldn't have known

Now maybe

Share of something good

But won't you look

And someday comes tomorrow


[Produced by Jonathan Hay and Mani Ajami]