Куплет 1 — 2Pac]

City lights blur the window, wipers clean the sin,

Got this pistol on my lap, wonderin' where to begin.

They say the witness protection, but the demons in my head,

Got me thinkin' 'bout the graveyard, should I be alive or dead?

Five-O on the tail light, but my soul is on the run,

Chasin' ghosts of my childhood underneath this streetlamp sun.

Mama told me keep the faith, but the faith done left the building,

Every shadow in the alley got my paranoia willing

To just swerve the wheel, end the reel, fade to black,

Leave this concrete jungle, ain't no comin' back.

But the rearview shows a picture of the kid I used to be,

Before the felonies and shackles of this modern slavery.

**[Куплет 2 — Eminem]]

Yo!

Rewind! He thinkin' 'bout swervin'? Hold up, let me take the wheel,

'Cause his conscience is the passenger, mine is fuckin' dealin' steel!

Look at him, he's tremblin', sentimental, got regrets?