One chose the fast life, one wanted to live the rap life.
Reading "Native Son", inspired by Richard Wright.

The other loved the night, sunshinin' was his kryptonite.
Driven by the cash, high crack pipe.

That's life when schizophrenic minds collide.
Two sides to every story, only mine's alive

Ironic after a tidal wave of vital signs
The bad guy's speaking when the tide subsides

There's no prize in winning a race against fate.
When I meet the maker I wanna spit in his face.

They say the good die young, I'll be an old disgrace.
I see my brother in an urn and I should be in his place. ...read more