[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 AM and the temperature is 89°...

I´ve been up all night
On 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 Mr. 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 (get down)
It´s a motherfuckin´ robbery
The shit´s in progress
I can feel the stress
I wanna silenty to God how 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 front it
And like Slick Rick said
I know I shouldn´t have 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 anesthetics
They killin´ my pain
They screamin´ my name
Tryin´ 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 brains
To free me from these chains
I´m trapped in this physical hell
To walk again I just might sell my soul
And I´m only twenty somethin´ years old (years old)