(paraphrased from Tank)
I can see the pain in the first ten page
Surrounded by a whole lot of hate
Surrounded by a whole lot of killers
Better than friends cause at least they realer
The streets became a real good friend
That’s how we got sex love and pain
And now we're up to now or never I’m be f-cking with the streets forever
Cause they pay when you wouldn't pay, had to hustle but we made a way
We made it fifty cause we're tailor made, straight from the pages of a diary of a mad woman
Too much power in the words on the pages in my hands
Come and read the diary of a mad woman
Too much power in the words on the pages in my hands
