The Pinnacle

Look Pain is the pinnacle, praying for a miracle I can complain but I won't waste a syllable I'd rather get lyrical, and paint out a visual I was sixteen, and I was really tryna get it all Very few friends just a misfit in the bits Tryna do right, not fall in the Abyss But I was dead broke, had to try take a risk I wasn't stingy with my money like the father of Chris Cause catering in Bank, never catered to the bank Need to cater to my mother, I can't cater to a skank Started jugging with the scammers, to cater to the bank I would cater to my brother, take some diesel out my tank But when going getting tough and the peso ain't enough You have to scuffle through the mud, when the going getting tough Got it going with the plug, he gimme food i give you grub Got it going with the plug, he gimme food i give you grub