Lyrics:

Come and take a ride with my enemy and I
As we getting high watching days go by
Looking at my life and all the struggles I survived
My enemy and I down to ride 'til we die

Come on, it's just another face in my mirror
My enemy and I are or just this heartless killer
Getting wicked was your initial plan
Beneath my soul, it's my flash, a child of God in this violent land
Manipulating me, too lost for sin
Fornicators and drogulate, I hate you as my best friend
Playing balls, initiatin' of, uh, 'The Survival'
It's my potion of life, it's my disease
But I'd of my invisible friend
Incarcerated, living in this fucked-up world that I was tied in
As a child, he was warring my every thoughts
We entered in juvie hall from the crime we were caught
Momma told me keep my hands in my pocket, goin' be tempted to steal
He did it anyway but, guess I, he wheels and deals
Life is real, he wouldn't exist if he wasn't here
Causing riots of excitement and garbage his only fear


shade tears when I cry
Protecting me from consequences, telling me, 'It's ok to lie'
But all the chaos and rage fertilizes my heart
You'd be the same, eh, like 'in a since' was your only thought
My blood runs through the same veins
The same brain, the same name, and the scar still remains
Tell me how always it's turn in it's precise time
Will it be invision in planet in my fucking mind
Since the introduction, ain't no bitch since the time
That this nigga has arrived
Doing destructive damage, talking to my foes
Hittin' them quick when I kick them from their toes
Keeping my fight, fool, all into danger
with a close-by stranger
Shit, I give up my dreams because I can't go
Stealing my visions opposite to solution, feeding me this false...


I wish I could get this nigga out of my mind
Suicide is the answer if God don't respond in time
Giving me the tactics and my money, it's how we practice
Boston robs up in your belly with my automatic
Plot to conquer warmest flash
Releasing semen in a body, in this fantasy I laid a rest
Never last us, niggas always win
Convincing us to commit one in seven sins
'Nigga don't help' is when the trouble begins
My friend tasting sex, at the tip of my tongue
Murderous kills committed by the barrel of my gun
Stacked in car's seat, inhaling weed into my lung
I'm strapped and I'm living life raw
I'm strapped and I'm living life raw
I look at myself and see my own reflection
Somebody get a doctor, I've encountered a real bad infection