A sperm, a cell, a egg, the birth
To learn do's and don'ts of this earth
My eyes see my world is getting worse
How many more of our own do we have to have cursed
I heard the angel starting to sing
But it's sort of strange
Cause at the same time it seems
That theres a lot of lost souls that screams
I've swayed from dreams
And came to light wit schemes
Fuk ya'team and that thug life theme
I'll begin my own routine
And I want to reach the top
More then a distant rock wanted by a fiend
But man-o-man I gotta do what I can
I mean, I just can't stand wahts becoming
Of A black man
Struggle is breaking us back apart
LeSs jobs for my homies
Equals more niggas on the block
And more dudes on the block
Equals hustling and drug spots
Dressed in all black introducing
Yo'kinfolk to glocks
Give me all you got'' and drug
sales is the last resort
And if you tired of hearing the same 'ol
Set up ya'own fort
Cause of course If we just sit and watch
Then the shit will never stop just cause you
bitchen alot
We gotta make sure we all understand our own fate
Cause our past was bridged to create men
meant thats meant to be great