'Cause now they standin' over me, watchin' me bleed
Well, it's safe to say, I don't think, you'll be jumpin' around anymore
The paramedics, they greet me with some anesthetics
You say, you know where you at
They pull the bullets out my chest and give 'em back in a jar
Now, I'm wearin' this scar 'cause I tried to play hard
I ain't tryin' to be rude and I ain't stressin' you gramps
Everybody's on the floor, it's a motherfuckin' robbery
Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel
The local time is 6:45 a.m. and the temperature is 89 degrees
And I ain't here for your pleasin', so put that shit on hold
I'm prayin' to God don't let this go too far
To walk again, I just might sell my soul
So what are you tryin' to tell me?
And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold
The dawn's early light, got the skyline bright
'Cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat
If you need anything while you're staying just let me know
And if you really want a tip then mister don't get flam
Gotta kill these pains or blow out my brains
They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees
Tryin' to keep me in the conscious world
That's for you, I hop out my car, step into the lobby
Trapped in a wheelchair, a paraplegic
Let me take your luggage
There's a pain in my chest but yo, I must be blessed
'Cause my brain's fucked up on percacet and vicadin
They told me to run it, so I got bold and I fronted
And damaged the cord
And when I look up at my wall, I see platinum and gold
I've been up all night on the redeye flight
Your usual room is ready and waiting
They killin' my pain, they screamin' my name
My driver's kind of nervous
But this shit right here, it be the breakfast of champs
Good lookin' out
Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins
To free me from these chains
I'm thinkin' about my mom, my sister and my girl
Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford
And people stare at me with pity in their eyes
Between my jewels and my cash, I'm holdin' thirty five G's
It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine
I'm trapped in this physical hell
And every mornin' I rise to a life of despise
I've been tokin' on this since thirteen years old
We'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am
There ain't no rehab, there ain't no therapy
For the rest of my life somebody's gotta take care of me
Mr. Ford, I'm afraid, I have some bad news for you
I'm in the back of a car service
The shit's in progress, I can feel the stress
Because before I faded out, I saw the EMS
What are you talkin' about?
As they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.
I say, I know where I am
And like Slick Rick said, “I knew, I shouldn't of done it”
And every night I think, I might never rock the mic again
I wanna silently to God how did I get in this mess?
And turn the radio up while I finish this L
Damn, I got to quit smokin' all this weed
Yo, this can't happen to me, I just can't believe it
