Holding on tight to what's left inside
Pickin up pieces of my broken mind
My backs on the wall
I'm still throwing bricks
From the 209 to the 916
With all of good times and time well spent
We still keepin it
No end in sight
Layin waste to your shit
Causing you endless night
We got your mind
Playing tricks on you
Haunt your steps
There's no end in sight
You and I
Beneath the purple skies
Will never die