Thinking of the times that passed, living my life so fast/

Not realizing that I need to slow down and realize that the grass/

Is greener on the other side, but I’m too occupied with trying to survive/

Trying to justify lies, with another lie oh woe is me, oh my/

Pressure busts pipes, pressure enhances my performance/

I give it my heart and soul, til my body can no longer endure it/

Drowning in the mist of problems that are surrounded by solutions/

But are clouded by illusions of a better place, yesterday/

Things aren’t as bad if I cooperate, but not today/

So I’ll see y’all tomorrow I’m headed to my getaway/

My home away from home, better known as paradise/

Where brothers live and die, lives on the line with a pair of dice/

Shoes hang from telephone lines,  broken vials on the ground/

Brothers kicking rhymes on the corner gathering a crowd/

Illegal search and seizures, cops harass the innocent/

And that’s just a glimpse of the paradise I’m livin’ in/

Others would call it hell, but see I call it home/

What else is there to call it when it’s the only thing I know?/ 

Yeah, I thought so, so until then, just mind your own/

And just leave me, myself, and I the hell alone/