Analysis of Past Strife...

Ive been on the ground searching for that lost hit,
looking out the peep hole being told to quit.

Ive seen a mom lose her child,
the drug made her that wild.

Ive played the manipulation to get a bigger rock,
then I'd hide it in my sock.

Ive been broke, beaten down & confused,
they said that boy should be dead with all that he's abused.

I did die,
I will not lie.

Flesh buried,
this cross Ive carried.

Eternal life,
buried is the past strife...