[Verse 1: Kaysinners]

Well.... it all started one day at work. When the cops just stopped. I was laying in the fucking dirt. I couldn't even start screaming, when I saw the police all the lights were gleaming. Ambulance went around
and took me away. And next thing you know that was the end of the day. Days passed by, I was Tryna get by met a nice brown girl, with the nice round thighs. She came at night and told me "Are you fine?" I felt
a bad way cause I was left behind....then. Things got worse, then the problems got fatter. No longer was I eating on a silver platter. I was broke with no home in a shelter. Desperation I felt her. Tryna
get around, I was trapped in a cell. met a lot of people then, now they just wish me well.

[Verse 2: Kaysinners]

Yeah, a lot of rappers say they came from the dirt, but I still hear them rapping about their drinks and their shirts. So how the fuck you real if you talk bout that? If I came from the bottom then I speak about that.
It ain't about the bars is about those facts, and they're the same muthafuckas, people just call wack. so if u wanna make a change then change your rhymes, cause me and Haze Azazel, might take your shrine'and I always gets what's mine, you get left behind. I'm not wasting time, hear the fucking rhymes, you talking money I don't see a dime. Crazy talk is out of line. Put em all up on the knife, then you're gonna see the fucking signs

[Verse 3: Kaysinners]

There were moments where I barely ate, where I had to scrape as much from the plate cause I needed strength for the other day. Then I met a girl with a baby on the way. All she did was help me, even at the times where she didn't really felt me. And I met a soldier that will walk with his messed feet then he told me "I'm hurt too, but we'll walk the whole street" and damn, , you don't know how that felt. another man, wearing the shoes that I melt. Niggas caring about the love and the feelings, instead about fighting and the fucking drug dealing. Then a man from Haiti, I will never forget em. He paid me a visit in the shelter even when he was doing better. And you can't forget the fuking damn times like this. Cause those are the fuckin damn reasons why I rhyme like this. And life is hard I put that on my tomb. You gotta make room for the people to walk in someone else's shoes. Saw so many women helpless. When I had money I never felt this. It was hard life with a fixed pelvis. So when I'm rich im gonna give to the poor. I been in their shoes and you too should be walking walks. Cause is just really easy to just point and talk. When your pockets real full and they begging for pork. Short days become longer , social networks no longer. Focus is on hygiene and the hunger. Great minds turn stupider, heads probably on Jupiter, and I bet all of ya blame this on lucifer. Nah ya just getting stupider. Those times made me better . And I will always look back and never forget em