text: Feel this...
  For all that its worth
  To live in the spotlight...
  What if life was simple as a hug?
  What if my partner wasnt crippled from a drug?
  What if my other homie never caught a slug?
  What if our parents actually gave a fuck?
  Another black suit, another black suit
  Police happy to see another black shoot
  His mothers make up smearing on my arms, 
  Crying cause Im the only son that shes got now that hes gone
  What if the ghetto never heard an instrumental?
  And we didnt have this rap shit all we had was metal? 
  You telling me if we couldnt shoot a ball
  Our lives still got shooting involved?
  And what if I never left out of Denver that winter for new beginnings
  My father started his business and traded family for riches?
  You telling me that my auntie will still have a house to live in
  And JoJo wouldnt be writing me from prison?
  But fuck it this is life
  Deal with it or get dealt with
  Im in my room smoking alone like Im selfish
  Cause some days the suns hard to face
  Dad turns his son wears his face
  But look closer see the heart of a lion
  Sticks and stones couldnt damage my bones harder then iron
  170 pounds with the walk of a giant
  So defiant I pop a Valium, turn up the volume
  Turn up the volume
  Turn up the volume
  Turn up the volume
  Turn up the volume
  For all that its worth
  To live in the spotlight
  All of my demons come to life
  And all that it was
  And all that it could be
  Is lost in the darkness of the night
  Why should I die?
  Why should I kill myself for you?
  Youd let me die?
  Youd let me die inside for you...
  Look
  What if money wasnt part of success?
  Would the people I used to be friends with never left?
  What if making a name didnt come with regrets?
  I think that fames a pre-cursor to death:
  Death of a friendship
  Death of a family
  Death of a man
  The misunderstood are always dead before they understand
  Staring at ceiling fans, chop up milligrams, draw a pentagram
  Lucifers not a rumor hes in the band, 
  Liquor and vomit on my Converse
  Bright lights and packed concerts
  And right next to the gun thats on my dresser are plastic orange bottles of peer pressure
  And Im ready to cave, I live in a cage
  How can I be a hero when Im the one needing saved
  48 hour days of this fast lane living
  Me and my entourage no Jeremy Piven, listen
  Its better to burn out than fade away is what Kurt said
  I felt the same until I saw his daughter and thought as a father
  What if tomorrow; the only I could spoil her was dying?
  Started crying then popped a valium turned up the volume
  Turn up the volume
  Turn up the volume
  Turn up the volume
  Turn up the volume
  For all that its worth
  To live in the spotlight
  All of my demons come to life
  And all that it was
  And all that it could be
  Is lost in the darkness of the night
  Why should I die?
  Why should I kill myself for you?
  Youd let me die?
  Youd let me die inside for you...
  So what you do when the cop lights
  Turn into a stage and a spotlight?
  And everyone around you starts to hate cause you got right
  And feel entitled like Im supposed to stop living my life?
  Well this aint 2Pac
  This aint Ems show
  This aint Jigga man
  This that Kells flow
  This that C-town 19-double-X rep so
  Welcome to my life heres a ticket to the next show, spotlight
  Welcome to my life heres a ticket to the next show