On My Way Out

Intro: Syke If I die right now there somethings I want to say Don't plan for the future cause the future is today Live ya life like ya dying, cause in reality you are Sometimes sacrificed, but keep praying to the stars Verse 1: Stay focused, they say the loc'est will die first But the calm quiet type seems to be the worst, since birth Off from the casket to the basket was obituary To fulfill yo life is necessary, it's scary That you gotta live to die, why ask why? I need fortification in this situation passing by Cryin' inside as I get high, as I ride Through the Southside wonderin' when I'm gon' die Fuck a try clock tickin' when ya born When a baby enter this world we need to mourn My heart's torn apart from the start Things are never feelin' right Runnin' in the night tryna beam up satelite Shot a kite to that homie feelin' lonely out here It seems done into things dreams, and nightmares Trapped in darkness regardless my mind's touched Ambushed in poverty so life don't matter much Such envy and misery surroundin' me my destiny Is to ball outta control Want a leader follow me on a illest journey searchin' for Yahweh I'm campaigning for him nigga [Syke sings along with the Hook] I wanna lay in a far deep away seclusion But I can't get away it's an illusion I'm falling further into darkness That's why we heartless (2x) Chorus: Nobody knows what the future holds for you Don't hesitate do all the things you plan to do Life's to short, time flies as you grow I know you don't wanna die But one day you have to go (1x) Verse 2: Once told time prosperity's not clear, no fear My prospective can't find it but it's so near, reappear Cause I'm almost dead steady dodgin' lead Wanted by the feds, take me dead, feel what I said Step in this world die forever tryna make it Make a plan get what you can cause niggas fake it I had to take it cause I see you can't see me wid it Searching for greater days, are the ways to get it, shit it's Gettin' crazy in the land where nobody cares A ?placebo? in the mist of the night air Prepare to get yours, open doors to a money journey Niggas is counterfeit so bullshit don't concern me Follow me and I'll take you where the Gs hang Where authentic hogs made it off the street fame Check game I been and evil mind since '79 Now niggas want me to rewind On my way out nigga! Chorus (along wid Syke) Verse 3: I know thugs that'll bury ya I live in a drug area Outta sight some nights'll get scarier Drivin' on a murder course, no remorse, can't feel Even through the pain and sufferin' we keep it real Let's make a deal I get killed, by a black If I do, gimme my life back On the attack mode, ice cold as I dip ghetto block Blunt in my mouth, hand on my Glock Poppin' rocks is a past time hobby I take serious Some disappear it's mysteriously funny It's about money where I live and stay But still ain't got here to this day I wanna lay in a far deep away seclusion But I can't get away it's an illusion Nigga prostitution are the drug trade in the States Like devil case, they all perpetrate I'm on my way out Chorus (1x) (w/o Syke) [Syke sings solo] I wanna lay in a far deep away seclusion But I can't get away it's an illusion I'm falling further into darkness That's why we heartless (1x) Chorus ('til fade)