[Talking (deep voice]

Welcome to the concentration camp

Maxminelli (voices in the background) J von

C loc Young Bleed Leetyme

[Maxminelli]

Na na i can lay low for a G lay low for a meal

My mind is at my control if I say so then he will

I got some thangs in mind the situation at hand

I'm a sick man down with the program

I'm anybody understand my plan then they can feel what i felt

We mad at the world, fuck being anythang else

We bringing paper to the table, we taking joyful in stride

It ain't as easy to survive as it is to die right

Ebony queen on my side when I'm shining

Niggas looking at me like I don't belong where I'm residing

He who beholds the tightest game shall prevail

Through hard times and saphire dreams aiming to fail

Stale as dirty down to your last pants and shirt

How the fuck life feeling neglected and hurt

Though we know not what we do, we still do what it takes

Until the truth is revealed, these fake niggas seem real

Still sealing they faith, and making injured reserved

Something that they expereinced, no longer something they heard of

But you'll hear about it quick

Cause everybody talk shit

Loud fo' publication

Maintaining reputation

(Chorus 1)

Outside my life in rhyme, outside the world

No matter how fast we grow we still boys and girls (tryin to figure

-echo-)

Tryin to figure where the love when it ain't none left

Now what the fuck we gone do with ourself

(Chorus 2)

On the outside my life in rhyme, outside the world

No matter how fast we grow we still boys and girls (tryin to figure

-echo-)

Tryin to figure where the love when it ain't none left

Now what the fuck we gone do with ourself (Uh Huh)