yo if you been through what i been through you might just clap a gat or two-)forced to learn a clue seen what these street's will do when they mean to you)-
used to gettin jumped ,lumped ,n slumped ,over da bench- out here people die bodies leaven a stench- aint no need to bitch, feens dont even snitch, cuz cats out here dien to get rich,-)
growen up poor n poverty stricken, a nine to fives practicly forbidden, gotta get what you get and get it fast,- cuz da cash dont last, it could end in a single blast can't reach da fututre if ya forgot da roots of ya past tien up trees before ya lose da cast-)
been their sick a da same game wit da same conclusion, ya eighth brain contusion, police raid's confusing,)they taken ya haze n taken ya ice checken ya egg for lice n a.i.d.s bruisen got 5 spaids n still losen shit's straight magic illusion=
done came up before da market crashed, n ya still had 4 couplr bricksd stashed -now you moven n shaken maken sure ya cakes baken fast youngbucks flippen g's in class straight trippen sippen gen out a gllass im ahazed blazen blunt ashe feeling likeda bad man johhny cash-0
now facen da two to four got me feenen for more bout to lodr my kid crib n da bitch all cuz i wont flip n snitch- dis situations hard got me outta my head like a jamaican losen his dreads mhat my girl gona do while im gone end up screwen ted have our cook n bed never trust crooks they said-
my lil man only seven growin up witout his dads protection a harsh life lesson hope my wife pray for blessin stay away from my wessin damn dis cae got me guesssen like soprano who can i trust is da question down on one knee kneelen to god in dis confession
