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Ayo this ya boy Pastor Troy in right, yuh
from the soul
Ayo, on this joint right man we
"Out to just it down to you man
Just the transition to becoming a man, this from the
That some of y'all gone have to go man
Everybody on the sound of my voice, this from the
Everything gone be man, from boys to men

No one to me, I'm not here lonely
Childhood still wid my homies
I days when I blazed up on the hill
Not knowin' wud the future would hold, just it real

We ridin' on the with the boys to other schools
We catch 'em at dey football and act a fool
And know my name, it's Michael Troy
We made all them bullies respect Boy

I got my folks worried, I'm everyday
Sometimes I ain't tell 'em and caught the to the A
The Point Station, supreme location
I'm only 15, tho at the lil'

No one to me, I'm all alone
no one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain, to the pain
Changing from to men

I've seen stabbings, I've done seen shooting's
I've done seen a robbery, done seen two
But I ain't even 15, so I turn 16
get dat chrome thing wid da beam

My team was da wreckin' crew, like
The of niggas on our side do, who was the truth
I bet them killaz on his side game
other nigga from the southside, was lame

My is Stone, Charlestown to the bone
Lil' and Scooby, we rocking MCM and Gucci
I'm nine old, that nigga let me touch a Uzi
I wanted to kill, like I saw up in the movie

No wonder one of my friend himself in his head
Playin' wid the gun under his mothers bed
wanna call his name too tough, we'll call him Fred
We watch my nigga he bled, when we was young

No one to guide me, I'm all
no one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain, to the pain
from boys to men

Lord, knows we be tryin' hard, God over us
Mama told me "baby dun be to school cuttin' up"
Did I listen, hell naw, let me tell ya'll
transform mamas only into eight-ball

Errywhere I go, know I speak that poetry
See my Chilouette like I'm Alfred Hitchcock and they it's me
Bottom met a lot of niggaz on the grind
them dimes

Murder they ass, escape the scene like I the crime
A friend of mine, don't rap he doing illegal
18-Wheeler, Fed, X, bricks, did wid
He smoke and dipped'em drunk with Crys and get to his bitches

Them bitches though, come straight back
After they get strippen
I'm town, next to the church see his lil' brotha cryin'
me his brotha killed himself, I said nigga you lyin'
He put the gun to his mouth and blew his out
He couldn't handle this goddamn shit that we 'bout

No one to me, I'm all alone
no one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain, to ease the
Changing boys to men