Flight Attendant: On behalf of Pan Am Airlines,we'd like to be the first to welcome you to New York City.
We'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am. The local time is 6:45AM and the temperature is 89°...
I've been up all night on the redeye flight
The dawn's early light got the skyline bright
I'm in the back of a car service,my driver's kind of nervous
'Cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat
He say: "You know where you at?"
I say: "I know where I am and if you really want a tip then Mr. don't get flame
I ain't tryin' to be rude and I ain't stressin' you gramps
But this shit right here it be the breakfast of champs
I've been tokin' on this since thirteen years old
And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold
And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold
And I ain't 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 you're staying,just let me know.
Everlast: Good lookin' out...That's for you.
I hop out my car,step into the lobby
Everybody's on the floor (?Everybody down?)
It's a motherfuckin' robbery.
The shit's in progress I can feel the stress
I wanna silenty to God how I get in this mess
They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees
Between my jewels and my cash I'm holdin' thirty five G's
They told me to run it so I got bold and I front it
And like Slick Rick said I know I shouldn't of done it
'Cause now they standin' over me watchin' me bleed
Damn, I got to quit smokin' all this weed
There's 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 anesthetics
They're killin' my pain,they screamin' my name,
Tryin' to keep me in the conscious world
I'm thinkin' about my mom,my sister and my girl
I'm prayin' to God don't let this go too far
As they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.
They pull the bullets out my chest and give 'em back in a jar
Now I'm wearin' this scar 'cause I tried to play hard
Doctor: Mr. Ford, I'm 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, suffice to say I don't think you'll be jumpin' around anymore.
Yo, this can't happen to me I just can't believe it
Trapped in a wheelchair,a paraplegic
There ain't no rehab, there ain't no therapy
For the rest of my life somebody's 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 every night I think I might never rock the mic again
'Cause my brain's fucked up on percacet and vicadin
Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins
Gotta kill these pains or blow out my brains to free me from these chains
I'm trapped in this physical hell
To walk again I just might sell my soul and
I'm only twenty somethin' years old (Years old)
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