Flight Attendant: On behalf of Pan Am Airlines we'd like to be the

first to

welcome you to New York City.

We'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am.

The local time is 6:45 a.m. and the

temperature is 89°.

I've been up all nightOn the redeye flight

The dawn's early light

Got the skyline bright

I'm in the back of a car service

My driver's kind of nervous

'Cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat

You say you know where you at

I say I know where I am

And if you really want a tip then mister don't get flam

I ain't tryin' to be rude and I ain't stressin' you gramps

But this shit right here, it be the breakfast of champs

I've been tokin' on this since thirteen years old

And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold

And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold

And I ain't here for your pleasin', so put that shit on hold

Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel and turn the radio

up

While I finish this L...

Bell Boy: Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford, your usual room

is ready

and waiting.

Let me take your luggage. If you need anything while you're staying,

just let

me know.

Everlast: Good lookin' out. That's for you. I hop out my car, step

into the

lobby

Everybody's on the floor, it's a motherfuckin' robbery

The shit's in progress, I can feel the stress

I wanna silenty to God how did I get in this mess

They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees

Between my jewels and my cash, I'm holdin' thirty five G's

They told me to run it, so I got bold and I fronted

And like Slick Rick said, I kew I shouldn't of done it

'Cause now they standin' over me, watchin' me bleed

Damn, I got to quit smokin' all this weed

There's a pain in my chest, but yo, I must be blessed

Because before I faded out I saw the EMS

The paramedics, they greet me with some anestheticsThey killin' my

pain

They screamin' my nameTryin' to keep me in the conscious world

I'm thinkin' about my mom, my sister, and my girl

I'm prayin' to God don't let this go too far

As they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.

They pull the bullets out my chest and give 'em back in a jar

Now I'm wearin' this scar 'cause I tried to play hard

Doctor: Mr. Ford, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.

Everlast: What are you talkin' about?

Doctor: It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and

damaged

the cord.

Everlast: So what are you tryin' to tell me?

Doctor: Well, it's safe to say I don't think you'll be jumpin' around

anymore.

Yo, this can't happen to me, I just can't believe it

Trapped in a wheelchair, a paraplegic

There ain't no rehab, there ain't no therapy

For the rest of my life somebody's gotta take care of me

And people stare at me with pity in their eyes

And every mornin' I rise to a life of despise

And ever night I think I might never rock the mic again

'Cause my brain's fucked up on percacet and vicadin

Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins

Gotta kill these pains or blow out my brainsTo free me from these

chains

I'm trapped in this physical hellTo walk again I just might sell my

soul

And I'm only twenty somethin' years old (years old