So can you rescue me
Because my ship is sinking
And I'm drowning at sea
So can you rescue me, from me
Can you rescue me?

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9]
I was losing my mind like I was trying to lose it
Using my time for using, abusing my grind
This is my own honest view of who I am behind this, music
Ryan the whole bottle of patron (?)
At a point in time I thought I blew it, do it
(?) I would've washed a pill down with a shot of my own spinal fluid
And my momma knew it, she saw especially right through it
That I wasn't protected because peer pressure be like (DO IT)
But I couldn't fight through it, the beef started
The streets caught up, at least we didn't get caught up in deceased orders
It's Slaughterhouse, cause Shady, me Porter
Sat down and made peace over Porterhouse and (?)

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Some stupid bitch done turned my girl against me
Should've tattooed the earth on my arm feel like the world's against me
Soon as I put rain, here come the rain falling the name calling
From the cuz I never met with his hand out like I'm straight balling
Feel like I knocked the 8 ball in
Every time I shoot a move I literally can't call it
Am I afraid of success? Let me think on it
I just got nervous, let me drink on it
Think I just answered yes but not on purpose
I pass the church and through the Son, Father, and Holy Spirt
But I'm only near it, man I need to pass the service
I'm drowning cause I'm so tired of treading
So Lord when you get a second please

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Crooked I]
I wake up and my shirt is leaking, covered in sweat
I'm dreaming of being murdered when I'm sleeping
Picture a person beefing, with himself
And it's even, worse when I'm drinking
It hurts when I'm thinking, me versus my personal demons
I'm reaching for my nine
If I point it at myself will it help to quiet the demons screaming in my mind
And if I go, to the other side
Just tell my mother it was her prayers that kept her youngin, thuggin son alive
Plus my daughters and my (?), tell my son that I, love him
Tell my nieces and nephews their uncle tried
To take this music to the fucking peak
But I'm still a drug dealer as we fucking speak, that's fucking weak

[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
Behind the doors of rap fans, hot spitters and cat scans