[Verse 1]
Yeah we been wishing, tryna build up ambition but missions are just aborted like babies in dirty kitchens with illegitimate doctors, devil's cloud is upon us and angels are sitting baffled and battles are being lost, Christian's are getting crossed by niggas that blast in churches and hearses are being flossed, memories filled with blasphemy asked my boy "would you blast for me?" told me "nigga be accurate babies are thrown in garbages but your focus is you? Niggas in your position are usually down to shoot, and fuck it you're Stukz, go in the boot, get you a glass dawgy let's get lost in the booze" and since me and Siz click like xhosa women speaking, we feeding the region's, pledging allegiance to all the teachers that teach us to persevere, screaming this is my year, letting go of the fear, my dearest darling, my loving I'll never ditch you I swear, who else is hard as this, nigga Stukz is provocative, lyrics on top of lyrics, running rap fuck the critics, my 15 seconds of fame are running over a minute
Lindo pass me the drink my nigga I'm far from finished
[Hook]
Down in the ditch, tryna escape this life
Oppressed by the rich, tryna get out in style[×2]
[Verse 2]
Young blood, I desire to make atonement, we living life like we could die at any moment, its me and Izzy, seeking greedy niggas to teach me, to take from needy, motherfuckers in search of healing, but shits demeaning, mama taught me to be a blessing, and quit stressing about bitches that shits depressing, we young survivors, thug niggas how they describe us, in search of profits, ghetto niggas have offered knowledge but fuck it I'm broke, deep in a ditch in search of hope, and here I quote "the best times are when we drinking" when me and Lindo would go to Boston to pick up women, look in my eyes, the pain resides, I try to hide, my goal's to die, I'd rather leave my soul in rhymes, and times have changed boy I'll admit this life's a maze, from a four room house so there's no room for failure, my hands on that couch, on my knees saying a prayer, money talks, no gibberish, niggas flow is magnificent, born without a dime, my nigga this is my time, I've been fucking these clocks my killer my time has come, I'm kicking the rocks and giving you diamonds, give me my shine, East god the realist fuck all that bullshit, numbers don't lie the realist will make them forfeit
[Hook]
Down in the ditch, tryna escape this life
Oppressed by the rich, tryna get out in style[×2]