Here's the tale of a young black male raised in these city Out here to make ends meet in a world that's so corrupt ran by greed, money and the power for me, I'm a survivor I do I have to and only God can judge me for that
So before you cash your stones on me I want you to take a look at in the mirror And ask to pray for you 'Cause all I'm asking is to pray for me, understand
I was born around gangstas, hustlers and Drug dealers with math making hella scrilla In the city of Chi, the of the Gs If ya don't work, ya don't eat that's the code of the streets
As for me, I was brought up at an age Learned how to cook cane, started to bang And it's a damn shame, I game But see I'ma knuckle headed nigga with no one to
And I'ma gonna keep on tipping under the lights And be wondering which nigga wanna my life Until then I'm staying two feet in of you haters
I'm living the street life and I can't get away I know if I'ma gonna make it to another day So night I pray, oh, I pray
I'm living the street life and I just get away I don't if I'ma gonna make it to another day So every night, I
Well, I'm surrounded by rats, roaches and fiends My whole world is being weighed up on a beam Man, I don't whats in store for me god Will I reach 21? Why is life so damn
See thats the question that's And is there a heaven or hell can the young black Or will he be in the cell I don't know as for me I trusted a few I had to hustle to now, what else could I do
They say, there's chances for that's bullshit That little girl had no when that bullet hit I mean it blew to the sky and all you was a cry Oh Lord, let my baby die
I'm living the street and I just can't get away I don't know if I'ma gonna make it to day So every night I pray, oh, I
I'm living the street life and I can't get away I don't know if I'ma gonna make it to day So night, I pray
'Til the day I die, I'll stay true to my neighborhood Fuck with my nigga, I wish you would Ain't shit changed like, oh, said And oh, no, fool my nigga, Fred ain't
Neither is or Kansas City, true OG's still here with me My homie boo, boo up? And you know, I cant about my nigga, nigga, Novesnake Nightime boats and
Shine and would ya pray for me I rock death so dam senseless Big houses, what the fucking been missing And there's one nigga that be true to my heart Mr. Motion, you the reason while I'm 'em off, so our
I 'em to dead, whole reason was love To that nigga twist for in me, I got a shorty to feed My priority is to make sure shit don't have to struggle like me And if I could ask for one wish I 'em, I wanna hug ya 'cuz I'm missing ya since
I'm living the street life and I just get away I don't if I'ma gonna make it to another day So every I pray, oh, I pray
I'm living the life and I just can't get away I don't know if gonna make it to another day So every night, I
So I'm asking to for me, mama, pray for me Daddy, for me, baby, pray for me Please for me, pray for me for me, pray for me