Intro:
You know what it is man, it’s your man Rico Belic straight outta fucking Warsaw
I dedicate this song to my grand-father, without whom I wouldn’t be who I am right now today
Walk with me!

Part 1:
They wanna throw me in a cage with the lions
See me drownin’ in a pool full of Sharks
They want me to dyin’
They crave for my downfall so I’m rapin’ the verse
Heard these fools is spiritual
So I take them to church
Suited up in a wooden box
These little cowards would always hate behind my back
Nah, man, they wouldn’t box
I can see the shadows on the floor
They changed, they don’t have that attitude before
Like they don’t havе the gratitude no more
Wе used to be close to them
We used to be friends that used to be foes
We used to get hoes together, get dough together
And when times got rough we was broke together
‘till grief replaced loyalty
Beef replaced harmony
That’s why I couldn’t believe in them honestly
Sometimes I sit down and stare at the wall
Looking back on my life
Wish I could have done more – Come on!
Refrain:
Light a candle up, for every lost soul
You win some you lose some in the cross-roads
Life is what you make it
Choose the right path
I’ve overcome the pain and left the grief in the past

Light a candle up, for all the lost soldiers
Pour out a little liquor
And hope that the Lord notice’
The struggle we go through day by day
I look at pictures of ‘em
And can’t even say they names – damn!

Looking back at my life, I realize not so much I did right
Forgive me my wrongs, but Lord I paid the price
But I’m lost inside and I can’t find a way out

Tell me why, I can’t cry, even though I’m feeling as blue as the sky
‘cause every single day we dyin’, every single day we flyin’

Part 2:
I shared tears shared blood for my brother
He went and sold drugs to his mother
Took the money, took the drugs from his mother
But still without a doubt they loved one another
Life is fucked up don’t mess it up for the worse
Don’t ever put family last and hustlin’ first
That’s what the old heads taught me
I’d rather be a broke-ass bum
Than the writer of a dope-head story
But it ain’t always peaches and cream
So he puts ? green
Makin’ money is more important than saving a soul
You can take a life instead of takin’ control - you’re lost
?The line is crossed now the cross won’t help ya?
Can’t run, can’t drive, your cause won’t help ya
It’s inside, underneath the frame
Your soul is crumbled like flowers without rain