Standing before death, famine and war - saw all the horsemen
Starved blocks of hard rocks, poor don't make porcelain
Please believe me, you go from breathing easy to coughing
Makes for spent clip in this friendship, mourning for formed connection
Was married to the game, never got a warm reception
It's a pity we large in the city of dodge, but not dodging
Some slung bars to become stars, I did it to stop starving
How they done us was fungus, hung us, none of us got pardoned
If asking, wasn't basking to scoop, we was youth out robbing