Flight attendant: on behalf of pan am airlines  we'd like to be the 
First to 
Welcome you to new york city. 
We'd like to thank you for flying pan am. 
The local time is 6:45 a.m. and the 
Temperature is 89°. 
I've been up all nighton the redeye flight 
The dawn's early light 
Got the skyline bright 
I'm in the back of a car service 
My driver's kind of nervous 
'cause i'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat 
You say you know where you at 
I say i know where i am 
And if you really want a tip then mister don't get flam 
I ain't tryin' to be rude and i ain't stressin' you gramps 
But this shit right here, it be the breakfast of champs 
I've been tokin' on this since thirteen years old 
And when i look up at my wall i see platinum and gold 
And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money i fold 
And i ain't here for your pleasin', so put that shit on hold 
Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel and turn the radio 
Up 
While i finish this l... 
Bell boy: welcome back to the five seasons mr. ford, your usual room 
Is ready 
And waiting. 
Let me take your luggage. if you need anything while you're staying, 
Just let 
Me know. 
Everlast: good lookin' out. that's for you. i hop out my car, step 
Into the 
Lobby 
Everybody's on the floor, it's a motherfuckin' robbery 
The shit's in progress, i can feel the stress 
I wanna silenty to god how did i get in this mess 
They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees 
Between my jewels and my cash, i'm holdin' thirty five g's 
They told me to run it, so i got bold and i fronted 
And like slick rick said, i kew i shouldn't of done it 
'cause now they standin' over me, watchin' me bleed 
Damn, i got to quit smokin' all this weed 
There's a pain in my chest, but yo, i must be blessed 
Because before i faded out i saw the ems 
The paramedics, they greet me with some anestheticsthey killin' my 
Pain 
They screamin' my nametryin' to keep me in the conscious world 
I'm thinkin' about my mom, my sister, and my girl 
I'm prayin' to god don't let this go too far 
As they rush me into the st. luke's o.r. 
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 
Doctor: mr. ford, i'm afraid i have some bad news for you. 
Everlast: what are you talkin' about? 
Doctor: it would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and 
Damaged 
The cord. 
Everlast: so what are you tryin' to tell me? 
Doctor: well, it's safe to say i don't think you'll be jumpin' around 
Anymore. 
Yo, this can't happen to me, i just can't believe it 
Trapped in a wheelchair, a paraplegic 
There ain't no rehab, there ain't no therapy 
For the rest of my life somebody's gotta take care of me 
And people stare at me with pity in their eyes 
And every mornin' i rise to a life of despise 
And ever night i think i might never rock the mic again 
'cause my brain's fucked up on percacet and vicadin 
Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins 
Gotta kill these pains or blow out my brainsto free me from these 
Chains 
I'm trapped in this physical hellto walk again i just might sell my 
Soul 
And i'm only twenty somethin' years old (years old)