My only debt was all the suffering I caused myself, I played it out but then I found I only played myself, head leader in charge of the one's I feed, but only tainted by quick hits and greed- I need to have a need to need again and view, it's something I would have to do- ain't nothing new, the few, the proud and loud.. killed by the silent killer, the thriller serves as filler to you, but it was thrilling to me, to die for your love- I would try it if I didn't hate the fact that nobody cares, you got a problem with it, solve mine!, die for me; and I will solve yours.. we'll ride or die, call us Bonnie & Clyde but never try it at home..it's every man for himself when alone, my company is hard to keep, cheap player haters, quality friends can get robbed of life, I was down with the homies trying to pull off a heist but then the **** got thick and we're thin in personnel, for personal reasons I want out and need time, they always wanna rewind to remind me of these signs, they're coming for me!, they'll never take me alive, they're better off dying first themselves, they can catch me in hell until we all take L's, I quickly caught a W from paying my bail and going back to the burbs, which is back to basics.. cause the ghetto is a matrix.