Nas

You must have known your future

When you took your first three steps

The emptiness surrounding you until your fatal end



The foolish chances that you took add up to your demise

The drugs you took and now it looks as though you've compromised



What's in that bottle you keep on the shelf

Losing, abusing your self - hatred (hatred)



Did you think that road would lead to sanctuary content

Security eluding you no matter where you went

You must have known, you must have seen

A vision of what you could have been

A chemical reaction blocked you out



What's in that bottle you keep on the shelf

Losing, abusing your self - hatred (hatred)



hatred (hatred)

hatred (hatred)