[Verse 1: Ecid] Happiness is a tough sell Some sad bastards just love Hell Like fuck money I steal from myself I do this for me, by me, in my cell Who's to blame? They blame moms and pops Like thug life, fuck life till the condom pops Babies raised by babies make babies that kill babies cause they're just babies too afraid to raise their...Learn More

[Verse 1: AWOL One] If I said that I was sorry then would you help me? If I’m a sore loser or a dead end boozer Sorry I lost my right to be wrong There’s no skin left for brand new wounds I’m breaking some habits that people don’t know about I’m Sorry enough to take it and throw it out Sorry that I stabbed you in the face twenty three and a half...Learn More