Flight attendant: on behalf of pan am airlines weand'd like to be the
First to
Welcome you to new york city.
Weand'd like to thank you for flying pan am.
The local time is 6:45 a.m. and the
Temperature is 89º.
Iand've been up all nighton the redeye flight
The dawnand's early light
Got the skyline bright
Iand'm in the back of a car service
My driverand's kind of nervous
and'cause iand'm tokinand' on a blunt thatand's fat
You say you know where you at
I say i know where i am
And if you really want a tip then mister donand't get flam
I ainand't tryinand' to be rude and i ainand't stressinand' you gramps
But this shit right here, it be the breakfast of champs
Iand've been tokinand' on this since thirteen years old
And when i look up at my wall i see platinum and gold
And there ainand't nobody sneezinand' at the money i fold
And i ainand't here for your pleasinand', so put that shit on hold
Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel and turn the radio
Up
While i finish this l...
Bell boy: welcome back to the five seasons mr. ford, your usual room
Is ready
And waiting.
Let me take your luggage. if you need anything while youand're staying,
Just let
Me know.
Everlast: good lookinand' out. thatand's for you. i hop out my car, step
Into the
Lobby
Everybodyand's on the floor, itand's a motherfuckinand' robbery
The shitand's in progress, i can feel the stress
I wanna silenty to god how did i get in this mess
They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees
Between my jewels and my cash, iand'm holdinand' thirty five gand's
They told me to run it, so i got bold and i fronted
And like slick rick said, i kew i shouldnand't of done it
and'cause now they standinand' over me, watchinand' me bleed
Damn, i got to quit smokinand' all this weed
Thereand's a pain in my chest, but yo, i must be blessed
Because before i faded out i saw the ems
The paramedics, they greet me with some anestheticsthey killinand' my
Pain
They screaminand' my nametryinand' to keep me in the conscious world
Iand'm thinkinand' about my mom, my sister, and my girl
Iand'm prayinand' to god donand't let this go too far
As they rush me into the st. lukeand's o.r.
They pull the bullets out my chest and give and'em back in a jar
Now iand'm wearinand' this scar and'cause i tried to play hard
Doctor: mr. ford, iand'm afraid i have some bad news for you.
Everlast: what are you talkinand' about?
Doctor: it would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and
Damaged
The cord.
Everlast: so what are you tryinand' to tell me?
Doctor: well, itand's safe to say i donand't think youand'll be jumpinand' around
Anymore.
Yo, this canand't happen to me, i just canand't believe it
Trapped in a wheelchair, a paraplegic
There ainand't no rehab, there ainand't no therapy
For the rest of my life somebodyand's gotta take care of me
And people stare at me with pity in their eyes
And every morninand' i rise to a life of despise
And ever night i think i might never rock the mic again
and'cause my brainand's fucked up on percacet and vicadin
Might as well be heroin pulsinand' through my veins
Gotta kill these pains or blow out my brainsto free me from these
Chains
Iand'm trapped in this physical hellto walk again i just might sell my
Soul
And iand'm only twenty somethinand' years old (years old)
