Look into the fountain
throw a dime and make a wish
cause I've been climbing up the mountain
of this life that you posses
I'm a battle and a pistol
I have not begun to fight
I've not even scratched the surface of the things that I just might
 [bad word] 
When I will fall, down, pick myself up
so I don't hit the ground, now
why I'm still alive I don't know
how I found a way to take another breath of life
when I've been living with so much regret

....?
And make something of your life
god gave me this gift for something
so I will not be contrive
look into my eyes are ringlets to my soul
and the thing that makes me interesting is the way I lose control
 [bad word] 

Now I done bumped around and hit the bottom of the rock
trying to make it to the top, stuck on the cash 22's
and if i don't, for or if i d, it ain't nothing homie
strolling so if I'm alone and cleaning some shooks
my [bad word] is shoved in grease while i steam up the clubs
dollar for dollar, and bigger dreams
cleaning on pollers?
I'm feeling things ain't get no better unless they bottle my product
its a new generation of hip hoppers and rockers