Tha Early Yearz
im lozt in a maze, dazed, oblivious to my environment/
i walk, feelin stalked, wishin i would juzt drop into tha mynd state im dyin-in/
i look for shelter, guidance, never thought i would fynd-it/
till i found my boy, Kreace Loc smokin hoez, no foez iz TRYIN-SHYT/
we chilled for...