Dirt road ta success !
middle o night beggars b splittin in fright,
figetty fight put up in this midgety night,
mom cookin over nite to get tht spagetthi rite,
waitin for son to alight in pretty delight !
caine in the backpack niggaz on tail end,
climbin brick walls fingers bruised nail bend,
cornered by death and surrounded by foes,
bullet to lodge his head whn his eyes closed
truth or fiction ... future's far prediction,
life facin extinction in caine addiction ,
streets of this city aint da place to live,
where life forgets but death aint forgive,
pull da glock out as his eyes open bigga,
press his head on gun as i pull da trigga,
his blood drips wid hope from my dress,
a step further in my dirt road to success !