Lyrics:

Flight Attendant: On behalf of Pan Am Airlines wed like to be the
first to
welcome you to New York City.
Wed like to thank you for flying Pan Am.
The local time is 6:45 a.m. and the
temperature is 89?.
Ive been up all nightOn the redeye flight
The dawns early light
Got the skyline bright
Im in the back of a car service
My drivers kind of nervous
Cause Im tokin on a blunt thats fat
You say you know where you at
I say I know where I am
And if you really want a tip then mister dont get flam
I aint tryin to be rude and I aint stressin you gramps
But this shit right here, it be the breakfast of champs
Ive been tokin on this since thirteen years old
And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold
And there aint nobody sneezin at the money I fold
And I aint here for your pleasin, so put that shit on hold
Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel and turn the radio
up
While I finish this L...
Bell Boy: Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford, your usual room
is ready
and waiting.
Let me take your luggage. If you need anything while youre staying,
just let
me know.
Everlast: Good lookin out. Thats for you. I hop out my car, step
into the
lobby
Everybodys on the floor, its a motherfuckin robbery
The shits in progress, I can feel the stress
I wanna silenty to God how did I get in this mess
They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees
Between my jewels and my cash, Im holdin thirty five Gs
They told me to run it, so I got bold and I fronted
And like Slick Rick said, I kew I shouldnt of done it
Cause now they standin over me, watchin me bleed
Damn, I got to quit smokin all this weed
Theres a pain in my chest, but yo, I must be blessed
Because before I faded out I saw the EMS
The paramedics, they greet me with some anestheticsThey killin my
pain
They screamin my nameTryin to keep me in the conscious world
Im thinkin about my mom, my sister, and my girl
Im prayin to God dont let this go too far
As they rush me into the St. Lukes O.R.
They pull the bullets out my chest and give em back in a jar
Now Im wearin this scar cause I tried to play hard
Doctor: Mr. Ford, Im afraid I have some bad news for you.
Everlast: What are you talkin about?
Doctor: It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and
damaged
the cord.
Everlast: So what are you tryin to tell me?
Doctor: Well, its safe to say I dont think youll be jumpin around
anymore.
Yo, this cant happen to me, I just cant believe it
Trapped in a wheelchair, a paraplegic
There aint no rehab, there aint no therapy
For the rest of my life somebodys gotta take care of me
And people stare at me with pity in their eyes
And every mornin I rise to a life of despise
And ever night I think I might never rock the mic again
Cause my brains fucked up on percacet and vicadin
Might as well be heroin pulsin through my veins
Gotta kill these pains or blow out my brainsTo free me from these
chains
Im trapped in this physical hellTo walk again I just might sell my
soul
And Im only twenty somethin years old (years old