D.B.S.. Tales From The Crib. Snowball. Zeneszám

the time you got, you reach the top you fall back down, your on the ground you just can't give up. a young man, a gun in his hand if he would use it he would lose it more than just dumb luck. you have one chance, no time to dance, you patronize it, critisize it, try not to shut up. you never knew what you could do, it shelters you through and through, if not you're a fuck. snowballs tumblin' down, it just keeps comin' round. smowballs tumblin down, rolls right through your town. you say "what's the point?" there is no point 'till it takes over, you're fucked over and you need some more. it must be stronger must last longer your money's gone, your life is gone, your substance is a whore. can't live without it? i don't doubt it, your wife is gone, your life is gone, you have fell behind. don't take for granted what you've landed, friends are here another year and snowballs rollin' fine