Off the line, In search, the rich plan
Bastards done it again
Its over, you lost me, I quit, not coming back again
Realize this is real, I gave you that one last chance
Take my money, take my trust without a second glance
Blood may be thicker than water, but not your gold
Hollowed eyes, the tale of greed and the family was my own

Pure recovery I am whole
Barrier shed off my skin
I’m who I wanted to be; I’ve become the one
Placed into the race, and pushed to the front
Exploding, Pure recovery, I am whole

Civilization in an anthill I knew as a hometown
Who leaves and who stays to build confidence off my own accomplishments
My mind as razor sharp as the yellow on your back
Your old lady cut off your balls and owns your sack
Blood may be thicker than water, but not your gold
Hollowed eyes, the tale of greed and the family was my own