When Was The Last Time

[Intro Scene]
 "Chicago!"
 [Vakill - Verse 1]
 I breathe through the pain and exhale for, single parent homes
 Exhale crack addict withdrawls they can't bear alone
 Exhale smoke from the barrels of those bearin' chrome
 Exhale for the slums where angels went there to roam
 Wrote my first verse in a book of Tops
 That rolled the weed that had the crooked cops tryna book my pops
 He lived in a bottle, when he drank, I shook the spot
 Wrote 3 16s for everytime he took a shot
 Took it as a sign of confirmation
 When Will's brains was blown on the safe, couldn't find the combination
 Minor confrontations no longer pugilistic
 We resolved 'em with the hugest biscuits
 Understand - I seen too much not to address it
 Held the tools that you got you undressin'
 And I would exhale jewels and spot you this blessin'
 Now, take a deep breath, be honest with yourself, and exhale when I drop you this question -
 [Hook - Repeat x 2]
 When was the last time you breathed
 Walked the streets without a vest and gat tucked in the sleeve
 When was the last time you [exhale]
 Without the assist of alcohol or twistin' up leaves
 [Vakill - Verse 2]
 This is season tickets to my pain, I invite you ingraduly
 Show me a hero, and I'll, write you a tragedy
 If there's bullet wounds, I'ma [?] right through it's cavity
 Insightful and avidly up close and personal
 I don't draw pictures - I texturize the paint
 To touch souls of soldiers next to risin' rank
 That's findin' it difficult to exercise restraint
 'Cause when it comes to whips, women, and extra pies, we can't
 Die broke, that's some of our fears
 Every summer y'all hear shells drops
 'Cause cats makin' sure they numbers are here
 When there's a hood, there's a struggle
 There with knuckles and gats, settle my several scuffles in an appropriate manner
 And if Soviet hammers, won't hestitate
 Patience is a virtue, that can six feet dirt you
 And have your spirit leavin' Earth, and what's even worse?
 A lot stop breathin' before they mastered breathin' first
 [Hook]
 [Vakill - Verse 3]
 It goes one for Ken's kite, two for twin light-skinned dykes
 Three for T-Max with white pinstripes
 Wish I could send 'em, Lord knows what your life's been like
 Five years in the beast with no ray of light in sight
 But I'ma ride 'til the Good Lord put it in neutral
 Keep extra clips fuller than usual
 Cocksuckas that wanna pull it and shoot you
 I'ma put a bullet in mutual, Channel 32 Fox bulletin news you
 Speak to Marilyn Manson, crack is viable
 Where atheists and Baptists rival
 Home of evangelists and black disciples
 And two-time felons that's quick to carjack you with an ROTC practice rifle
 Change the game, same rules to ref use
 So F you, I refuse to leave until the impact I left's huge
 This here's a redneck incestuous flow - son of your nephews
 [Hook]