Vital (The Wheel) Songtext
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I′m in a vice. Lately, I'm feeling it′s grip, and the mission is Vital
Caught in a bind. They think I'm reeling the string, and believe that I'm fine, though
I still remember the feeling of carrying weight, then receiving the lypo
Now, I live different, and keeping the bank, I don′t see it as easy to mind, no
Not suicidal, losin′ my mind, and abusing my foolish lil' pride, though
Slowin′ the tempo, still ain't on my mental, I still wanna end on a high note
Knowin′ the simplest shit might convince me to fall, hit the ditch when I ride, oh
I split the window, the wheel, it prevented my end, and extended my life, whoah


Won't even lie... I ain′t convinced that I'm living, it's wearing me down bad
No, never mind... Maybe, I′m missing, and ended up where they don′t find at
I just hit different, you only can get it if you've ever gripped when the rounds blast
Only a kid, when I watched as it ripped through my homie, and split where his crowns at
I done been clowned at, and clowned at em′, I really lived both sides
I done been loud capped, and I capped loud, but I never did co-sign
I never broke mine, where the dope I, was the dealer is involved
I left the road found, as a ghost town, where the memories live, dog
How could I roll now? When the kid that I mentioned was killed, it was snitch based
Cause, and effect, if you tied in the fold, and you flip, thats a definete hit case
That shit done trickled for years, and ain't none of my peers still alive can attest now
I never won, so you gotta forgive me for time that i led as a let down
Yeah

I′m in a vice. Lately, I'm feeling it′s grip, and the mission is Vital
Caught in a bind. They think I'm reeling the string, and believe that I'm fine, though
I still remember the feeling of carrying weight, then receiving the lypo
Now, I live different, and keeping the bank, I don′t see it as easy to mind, no
Not suicidal, losin′ my mind, and abusing my foolish lil' pride, though
Slowin′ the tempo, still ain't on my mental, I still wanna end on a high note
Knowin′ the simplest shit might convince me to fall, hit the ditch when I ride, oh
I split the window, the wheel, it prevented my end, and extended my life, whoah


I've been the wrong type, for a long time. I had no mind, but I know why
I was toast, fried, ′till this ole' fire wasn't so hot, now we′re soul tied
I dont know if I′m ever gonn' make it with music, it′s only for lost souls
I've been alone, just an Enigma forsaken, and only the Gods know
I got some issues, I′ve been in my mental, still ain't meant to trip, but don′t ask why
I can remember me, slippin' the clip in, when I hit the trigger, it backfired
I get the black clouds, where it cracks loud. Hear the click-clack, of the rack slide
Now I'm baptised, with the ash, cryin′, "Where the Hell am I at on the map?", sigh
Slip one more in the chamber, up the barrel at the danger
in the mirror, reflecting my image right back at me, all I can see is a stranger
I don′t believe anythings a cooincidence, I can just see how the games work
So, I bang first, 'cause I can′t work, with another version of the same person

I'm in a vice. Lately, I′m feeling it's grip, and the mission is Vital
Caught in a bind. They think I′m reeling the string, and believe that I'm fine, though
I still remember the feeling of carrying weight, then receiving the lypo
Now, I live different, and keeping the bank, I don't see it as easy to mind, no
Not suicidal, losin′ my mind, and abusing my foolish lil′ pride, though
Slowin' the tempo, still ain′t on my mental, I still wanna end on a high note
Knowin' the simplest shit might convince me to fall, hit the ditch when I ride, oh
I split the window, the wheel, it prevented my end, and extended my life, whoah