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I was told 'cause I didn't witness the act
In and out was the of the bozack
It was hot and and lots of pushin'
Then the nut gushin'

And it was tryin' to bail to the ovary
With but the Lord lookin' over me
I was white a tail
But when I reached the finish line, young black

One cell two and two cells made fo'
And so on so now I'm a
Then I got a hunch that I'ma be on lockdown, for months

Chillin' my mother to guide me
And nuttin' but a stomach to me
From all worry and bullshit
Nine later, I elbow pull and kick

'Cause my time is up and I don't
With one big push, I'm outta
15th, it's just my luck
In 1969, a nigga is the

ass nigga, you ain't shit
And you ain't gon' be shit

I learned how to walk and talk and all
They put me in school but it matter
'Cause I'm sittin' in
Learnin' a sucker who didn't give a fuck about me

They try to us
But I know Sam is a motherfuckin' rapist
So I stopped attention
Ice Cube, headed, to detention

that shit, I roam the hallways
I'm home and I don't got all A's
A school dropout
My father had beef so I tried to pops out

But I got tossed, the boss
I'm out of there and mad I lost
Now bein' on my own is a
So I become the neighborhood

Gimme your car, run jewels
a livin', robbin' fools
And if I let my rang out
You know, it'll make brains hang out

So your fate?
Am I the you love or the one you love to hate?
The wrong is said, the nigga fled
I pump lead, now in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, shit out of luck
up by the motherfuckin' product

Motherfucker you to get a job
If you stay in my motherfuckin' house

Many young men reject the traditional
are important to their parents
Church, and family
Have replaced by street, turf and gang

now and in paid full
Feelin' bad all the shit I pulled
On back in the day
Plus, I got a little on the way

So I'm tryin' to go
I'm my baby's momma, out on a date
'Til the ass cops ran my plate
Now I'm on a bus

Oh, the nigga done caught a case
Sittin' in the hall, sayin' my grace

Sent to a concrete
Where all the products go, no
Yo momma, I do eleven
Livin' in a five by

Dear baby, man's gettin' worn out
Of seein' young boys gettin' they torn out
And then he got with a spoon
And he was to get out soon

Is it my fault, he was in production?
Where a black life means nothin'
Just I didn't want to learn your grammar
You say I'm off in the slammer

And it's me batty
'Cause my little boy is daddy
I'm ashamed but the is
I pops let me off on the mattress

Or I just hang from the top bunk
But that's out like a punk
My life is
But it ain't my fault 'cause I'm the motherfuckin'

He shit