The Passing

They ask me Choice how you living?

I answer good my nigga.

Everything is happening the way it should my nigga.

Rappers think that they can take me, don't think you could my nigga.

Don't get splintered tryna bark up the wrong tree my nigga.

What happens when I'm gone?

I wonder what they'll say about me.

Will they move on quick, or will they sit and think about me?

I contemplate my fate while those that catch my shows, surround me.

Can't feel the hate just only love from all of those around me.

But getting too comfy might get you killed.

Not only physical.