Yo man, what's the deal son? Yo son, up? Yo man, I'm just sittin' here zonin' out, thinkin' about how is Yo, general for us, you know? How we out here, you know? Things we going through man, why we gotta go through this You know, life is an to death, son You thought about that?
The saga begins, I'm a of the drama within The I live in, niggas moms on crack, pops just disappeared The first time you get up, who really cares? I see a little snotty nosed his sneakers on backwards on a mattress when I go to make a sale At times I wonder, are we straight to hell? Or does God realize we're to make it as well
My is interrupted by food on the stove Not gun shots, we're to those Some of my friends first bids are two to Others are on the run with rewards Mothers watch son's walk through the For the time till they go view at the morgue Life is deep, we all just to eat a mental narcotic, I supply the streets
Look at my life, you see white and black roses And tears shed for passed We all the path chosen From the cradle till the lowered I still got the ski mask to throw on But I can get off the tracks I flow on I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no Look at my
Life fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live Sleepin' in a crackhouse she don't got no relatives Her friends wanna drink brew and beef who's sale it is Now she's hungry, she smells the marijuana scent I paint a vividly as if picasso's spirit entered me Starin' at the heavens, secluded in a tinted I'm sick of hearin' eulogies, I realize my nigga is a reminder Of my like greek ruins yet his seek keeps bloomin'
Uneffected by intrusions Or illusions we were consumed with I've even grown away from people I with I mean we cool, but I don't to bullshit My could switch easily from smooth to ruthless We built the same so mind games are useless Times change, the climate I change the forecast, I reign
Look at my life, you see white coke and black And tears for passed soldiers We all walkin' the chosen From the cradle the casket's lowered I still got the black ski to throw on But I can get richer off the tracks I on I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't no more at my life
Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour for Those incarcerated, my heart is with I know at times it gets hard penetentiary bars Then once free you realize you're scarred If not physically, if subjected to correctional Prepare for your future to the best of your Prosper, otherwise been conquered up her mobile phone so she can send you a box
Son, I sit inside my And thank God I'm blessed with this gift evident in every Ghetto like graffiti and sales And that won't stop for black males Undercovers younger brothers bad stares Fours clap, dogs crap in the grass You love to hear the story son, the began here MC's are fictitious yet there's actual here Like the Bible said had napped hair'
Look at my life, you see coke and black roses And tears for passed soldiers We all walkin' the chosen From the cradle the casket's lowered I got the black ski mask to throw on But I can get richer off the tracks I on I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't no more at my life