Intro:

You know what it is man, it’s your man Rico Belic straight outta fucking Warsaw

I dedicate this song to my grand-father, without whom I wouldn’t be who I am right now today

Walk with me!

Part 1:

They wanna throw me in a cage with the lions

See me drownin’ in a pool full of Sharks

They want me to dyin’

They crave for my downfall so I’m rapin’ the verse

Heard these fools is spiritual

So I take them to church

Suited up in a wooden box

These little cowards would always hate behind my back

Nah, man, they wouldn’t box

I can see the shadows on the floor

They changed, they don’t have that attitude before

Like they don’t havе the gratitude no more

Wе used to be close to them

We used to be friends that used to be foes

We used to get hoes together, get dough together

And when times got rough we was broke together

‘till grief replaced loyalty

Beef replaced harmony

That’s why I couldn’t believe in them honestly

Sometimes I sit down and stare at the wall

Looking back on my life

Wish I could have done more – Come on!

Refrain:

Light a candle up, for every lost soul

You win some you lose some in the cross-roads

Life is what you make it

Choose the right path

I’ve overcome the pain and left the grief in the past

Light a candle up, for all the lost soldiers

Pour out a little liquor

And hope that the Lord notice’

The struggle we go through day by day

I look at pictures of ‘em

And can’t even say they names – damn!

Looking back at my life, I realize not so much I did right

Forgive me my wrongs, but Lord I paid the price

But I’m lost inside and I can’t find a way out

Tell me why, I can’t cry, even though I’m feeling as blue as the sky

‘cause every single day we dyin’, every single day we flyin’

Part 2:

I shared tears shared blood for my brother

He went and sold drugs to his mother

Took the money, took the drugs from his mother

But still without a doubt they loved one another

Life is fucked up don’t mess it up for the worse

Don’t ever put family last and hustlin’ first

That’s what the old heads taught me

I’d rather be a broke-ass bum

Than the writer of a dope-head story

But it ain’t always peaches and cream

So he puts ? green

Makin’ money is more important than saving a soul

You can take a life instead of takin’ control - you’re lost

?The line is crossed now the cross won’t help ya?

Can’t run, can’t drive, your cause won’t help ya

It’s inside, underneath the frame

Your soul is crumbled like flowers without rain