Survival

I'm stumbling and mumbling my percolators bubbling

My whole worlds crumbling my stomachs always rumbling

I'm Always looking for the way out since a lil kid

I couldn't find my own route shit nobody ever did

Can't walk around the hood without bumping in to people

Some are bad some are good and some of us the purest evil

Growing up in family rez and all types of crack motels

Goryside and Kingston road yo it was a living hell

Montoro motel Idlewood the Maple Leaf

Looking back on to it all that's where I lost my sanity

Always repped kept one hundred on the block making numbers

Hail snow or some thunder back and forth I was a runna