As I picture myself staying in a hotel suite, how many rich food shall I eat. As I think of all of the things I did in the past, the real question I should be asking is how long will I last. But don't forget theres one thing I reply and thats when I die sread my ashes through the winds to the lower eaastside. I wonder if I do or die, if I try to break my shame and keep up in the game...downtown...downtown...They say everyone has a role in life but look at mine I had to many fights...downtown...downtown...Why am I here, I know when days are passing that my end is near. I feel torn apart, not right to the skin its all the way to the heart. And there something you must know and I reply, When I die spread my ashes through the winds to the lower eastside. Theres is no love for me, all there is nothing but hatred and anger...downtown...downtown...The war in this world may one day send our future kids into a whirl. Nothing but violence and pain, I will refrain to keep my same path and be sane tell I remain here on earth.But theres one thing I must reply and thats when I died spread my ashes through the winds to the lower eastside. One days this nation will rise and we shall see what I see

and my last words are all i say is peace so downtown... downtown... downtown...and the last words I say to reply is when i die spread my ashes through the winds to the lower eastside.