Yea... a [bad word]  we all know it
Sometimes some of us don't like it
This is dedicated to every other [bad word] out there with a dream

People can't have a dream that so many others had
He's 25 still living at his mothers pad wit a spiral notepad
Full of hate and despair
It's him against the world and he doesn't seem to care,
But thinks it isn't fair he ain't caught no break
Got arrested last we for a sac a shake
And a couple pain pills that he stole from his mama
From when she hurt her back at work now more drama
Got fired from his job so he can't afford beats
May go this year drop a tape for the streets
It seems the holes deep it only got deeper
It feels like [bad word] from the grim reaper
Putting coke and the reaper and some in his nose
Then believes it helps him to write these wonderful flows
Met a producer at the club and book him a few shows
Appears to be ballin but no one really knows

If ever your world starts crashing down,
whenever your world starts crashing down
whenever your world starts crashing down, that's when you'll find me

Now he just open up for MC lil so and so,
And VIP, poppin bottles and blowing dro
Met a promo guy from Def Jam named Todd,
Said he was cool wit LA Ree but it seemed odd
bunch of [bad word]  talking off us here,
Thinking why would a guy like this be here,
But with no fear he gave him his CD,
with all the swagger in this world he said you better call me
But three months passed and his celli never rang,
But still determine inside to do his thing
But with no 9 to 5 and no product to slain
Convinced his homeboy cousin to front him a lil cane
But instead of grinding it he starting using it
Lock in his bedroom starting losing it
And when it was gone a month had passed
Scared cuz he know them [bad word] for their cash

If ever your world starts crashing down,
whenever your world starts crashing down
whenever your world starts crashing down, that's when you'll find me

Borrowed money from his auntie to pay his debts
For the last four days this man has not slept
At a party smoking wit some fools he just met,
Hit it hard as [bad word] but didn't know it was wet,
Until the smell hit him and he knew he was [bad word] 
 [bad word] cuz another rapper told him his [bad word] sucked
Down wit his luck kick out no where to stay
Today his myspace page only got one play
So we took every song he did and put it on a disc
And sealed Cd's in envelopes real thick
And addressed them to every label he could think of
FedEx over night delivery on the brink of
Death as he reached under the bed and pulled a gun
And later cold steel on the tip of his tongue
He pealed his own cat killed himself wit a gat
would you believe the next day Def Jam called back

If ever your world starts crashing down,
whenever your world starts crashing down
whenever your world starts crashing down, that's when you'll find me