I'ma take you back to day one, livin' in New York slum It's deaf to the dumb, only break bread some Moms left at 15, had no dreams To this day, I'm to my cousin who's a fiend
No one to me but my older brother Little did we know the dirt we did fell on my mother But didn't care then, that's why she left like that Now my parents became the street and it's best that
nights I pray to God and ask Him to pull my cord 'Cuz times is hard like the [Incomprehensible] street'll leave you Street wise with no for authority and shit A chronic of crack, a typical bitch
Raised by Madu, who strung out on a dick But every now and I blessed her with a hit So she don't to trick, it's prevalent amongst kids today Hustle krills, stack dough and every thing's
It's the emancipation Under the devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation It's the proclamation Under the self devised guidelines of self and starvation
My life in this wasn't about diamonds and pearls It was rough growin' up around the and girls After Daddy left, shit was a mess, Momma But I her an award, 'cuz damn, she tried her best
Holdin' the household, barely had money to fold Christmas time, cherished our little shit like I can't front, Daddy was if, we cared for me But him and Mommy breakin' up was a nightmare to me
Yo, is for the younger fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers is nothin' if it ain't influential to others We gotta make the best out of this terrible If not for us, for the generation
We gotta break the chain and deal with the For all our people that was in vain For all our that was falsely framed For all our peoples livin' the name
It's the emancipation Under the devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation It's the emancipation Under the devised guidelines of self 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 beautiful In the world, L.O.D. we all, we got I'ma fans and my keep it like it or not
I know it hurts, to do everyday dirt all over my back, feel like bustin' them jerks When I'm on my road to the riches, I stay away from And bitches and keep my mind on business
Life was tough so I aggressive like a pit The only I felt relaxed was when the blunt was lit Thinkin' me and my can be tight like the Gambino Muscle in the hustle scene, like Nino
It gets deeper than the of Proverbs New emerge as I cop the squat on the curb Thinkin' the strengthen my brain like spinach And heavy shine, flooded with ice boost my self image
'em, my life is so real, it hurts Like when I saw my bein' driven off in a hearse Like when I saw my mother driven off in a hearse Like in when the roach crawl out my shirt
Like on Thanksgiving when we got food from the church Back then it was DJ Red and Kool Herc Rockin' Lee's and in Tigra shirts Back then L.O.D. was puttin' in
From the cradle to the We all in the struggle, we gon' struggle, we gon' strive to stay All my real people know what I'm about Watch each backs up, my life is nothin' without my niggas, word up