Василий Ясевич

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left Cause I've been laughing and laughing so long that Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of You better watch how you're talking and where you're walking Or you and your homies might be lying to talk I really hate the trip, but I gotta look As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke I'm the kind of cheetah, little homies wanna be like On my knees in the night, just saying prayers in the street We've been standing most of the lives Living in the death of hell, right We've been standing most of the lives Living in the death of hell, right