Verse 1:
Long arguments, never improving,
Always losing myself behind this music,
Who is to blame?
That shit ain’t the same…

I hold grudges like crushes, forever hardheaded
dwelling on a cup of liquor i was never bartended
The more stress I had, the harder my fists were clenched
Not that I used them but, i been so angry since

I’m surprised that i haven’t lost it, which gave me a subtle hint
There must be a reason why i keep my focus through struggling
Yet I still don’t know,
I guess it’s good that i control, yet i keep it moving

I stay either reminiscing or searching for “Better Dayz”
Like 2pac did before he passed away
How long will ever have to wait to keep myself from
Myself killing myself with a gun when I’ve never dealt one

Hell comes now and then, I reason with myself and how I sin
Then again I do what I have to do in order to fight to win
Pass the Vicodin, the anxiety hides within, I numb the pain then try again
Ironic, the life of a lifeless kid

Chorus(x2):
Nothing to win, nothing to lose
I’m losing trail, where do I go what do I do
I’m losing focus, but I still put my hope in
These sticks and stones and roses

Verse 2:
Every time I go out, I don’t see anything different
Dudes acting wreck less, kids messing up as adolescents
Like me, I dream of changing our surroundings,
I dream a lot I hope I keep myself from drowning

In my thoughts, through the night is where I fought
Always contemplating why did it have to be brother caught
But don’t worry; I’m doing it for you as well as for me
It never hit me hard enough; you can get wrapped up in the streets

Thank god for me…
I’m doing it all for glory
Nothing to hold me back, but no one to be holding closely
Someone told me to die for something, I guess that’ll be my story

Life to me is bitter sweet, would you agree with me?
Is it right to always live in misery?
Is it really wrong to dream to live infinitely?
Now this whole thought of living under god is killing me

Chorus(x2):
Nothing to win, nothing to lose
I’m losing trail, where do I go what do I do
I’m losing focus, but I still put my hope in
These sticks and stones and roses

Verse 3:
No pun intended but I’m tryna make the best of
Myself with no help after I been second guessed in
Life with a bitch, tryna find a way to reconcile
As I kid I seen her smile, but it’s been different after a while

She don’t seem to change, I guess I have to cope with it
Whatever man fuck the world, I been using a Trojan since
Fed up with sadness tryna attack back the madness
As much as I move ahead I can’t help but look back at the past tense

So tell me what supposed to do
I’m tryna be those chosen few soaring a hell a golden view
Then again I see that the door is closing soon
And through the dark I’m still hoping to be soaring over the moon

Death’s been in a my breathe, and it kinda benefits
It's been a mess but I still keep calm under a cigarette
I risk the worth of flying in dreams of living in outer space
I’m freefalling to catch momentum, believe it’ll be my day

Chorus(x2):
Nothing to win, nothing to lose
I’m losing trail, where do I go what do I do
I’m losing focus, but I still put my hope in
These sticks and stones and roses