text: Uh, from the bottom of the ash I rose
  Yeah, to the top I go
  Where Im from its cold
  But I dont need this coat 
  Keep my sleeves rolled
  Got my citys area code on my shoulder 
  216 forever in my soul
  Swear to God every single night its gets colder
  No heat so we all around that stove
  Like fuck this broke shit, petty ass hustlin
  Couldnt even sell one zone
  Slim still workin at the store and the only time we ever get to eat is when he brings something home
  Everydays dark here
  Prayin for a rainbow to lead us to that pot of gold
  And exchange those nights on a concrete floor
  For a bottle of Rose to pop that bitch off like we suppose to
  Never gave a fuck if we went gold
  I just wanna be able to say that I made it
  Cause real EST mufuckas dont fold
  Real EST mufuckas dont break up, real family grows old
  Real EST mufuckers representin for the city where they came even when they gone
  And fuck this throne, aint no kings
  No pretty princess, aint no queen
  No fairy tale endings on the eastside
  Just these broken homes and those screams
  Broken bones underneath these jeans
  Broken bricks cover up my streets
  Fiends outside trying to get they fix
  While my first born in here trying to get sleep
  Muthafuck this rap shit
  Try buryin your boy six feet, let me show you bout real
  Try telling me that you cant make it up out the city 26 dollars to multi-mills
  Face inside of the XXL
  Then try coming back to the eastside still
  Well bitch I did, and its still the kid
  Labeled a Bad Boy before this deal
  What up Slim, Dub, Xplo, Dre, Swirv, Ash, my boy BK
  And everybody from the beginning that bled with me knowing I would be here one day
  So as I roll through all the hoods that raised me
  Lookin at the house of pain
  Ima runaway from the ones that pay me
  Hopin Ill stay the same
  Cant you save me?
  Cant you save me?
  Cant you save me?
  Cant you save me?