I'ma take you back to day one, in this New York slum It's deaf to the dumb, only bread with some left at 15, had no American dreams To this day, I'm sellin' to my cousin who's a
No one to guide me but my brother Little did we know the we did fell back on my mother But didn't care back then, why she left like that Now my parents the street and it's best like that
Some I pray to God and ask Him to pull my cord times is hard like the [Incomprehensible] street'll leave you scarred Street wise with no for authority and shit A chronic of crack, a typical bitch
Raised by Madu, who strung out on a glass But every now and I blessed her with a hit So she don't have to trick, it's prevalent kids today Hustle krills, stack dough and thing's okay
It's the proclamation Under the self devised guidelines of self and starvation the emancipation proclamation Under the self devised of self preservation and starvation
My life in this world wasn't about and pearls It was rough growin' up around the boys and After Daddy left, was a mess, Momma stressed But I give her an award, damn, she tried her best
down the household, barely had money to fold Christmas time, cherished our little shit like I front, Daddy was still if, we cared for me But him and Mommy breakin' up was like a to me
Yo, this is for the younger and mothers, sisters and brothers Success is nothin' if it influential to others We make the best out of this terrible situation If not for us, for the generation
We gotta break the chain and deal the pain For all our people that was in vain For all our peoples that was framed For all our peoples livin' the name
It's the emancipation Under the self devised guidelines of self preservation and It's the emancipation Under the self devised guidelines of preservation and starvation
Let me show, I gotta L.O.D., they put me under the wing And then I teamed up with the most thing In the world, L.O.D. we all, we got fans and my mans keep it like it or not
I it hurts, havin' to do everyday dirt Police all over my back, feel bustin' them jerks When I'm on my road to the riches, I away from snitches And them bitches and keep my on business
Life was tough so I became like a pit The only time I felt was when the blunt was lit Thinkin' me and my team can be tight the Gambino Muscle in the hustle scene, respected like
It gets than the words of Proverbs New thoughts emerge as I cop the on the curb Thinkin' the herb strengthen my brain like And heavy shine, with ice might boost my self image
'em, my life is so real, it hurts Like when I saw my pops bein' off in a hearse Like I saw my mother bein' driven off in a hearse Like in school when the roach out my shirt
Like on Thanksgiving when we got free from the church Back then it was DJ Red and Kool Herc Rockin' pinstripe and in Tigra shirts Back then L.O.D. was in work
the cradle to the grave We all in the struggle, we gon' struggle, we gon' strive to stay All my real people what I'm talkin' about Watch each backs up, my life is nothin' without my niggas, word up