[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 AM and the temperature is 89°...
    I've been up all night
  On 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 Mr. 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 (get down)
  It's a motherfuckin' robbery
  The shit's in progress
  I can feel the stress
  I wanna silenty to God how 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 front it
  And like Slick Rick said
  I know I shouldn't have 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 anesthetics
  They killin' my pain
  They screamin' my name
  Tryin' 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 brains
  To free me from these chains
  I'm trapped in this physical hell
  To walk again I just might sell my soul
  And I'm only twenty somethin' years old (years old)