Yo mega man, what's the son? Yo son, up? Yo man, I'm sittin' here zonin' out, thinkin' about how life is Yo, general for us, you know? How we out here, you know? Things we through man, why we gotta go through this life? You know, is an interlude to death, son You ever about that?
The begins, I'm a reflection of the drama within The ghetto I in, niggas moms on crack, pops just disappeared The time you get locked up, who really cares? I see a little nosed with his sneakers on backwards Sleepin' on a mattress when I go to a sale At times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Or does God we're tryin' to make it as well
My is interrupted by food on the stove Not gun shots, immune to those Some of my first bids are two to fours Others are on the run huge rewards Mothers watch son's walk the door For the last time till they go view at the Life is deep, we all tryin' to eat a mental narcotic, I supply the streets
Look at my life, you see white coke and roses And shed for passed soldiers We all the path chosen From the till 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 hustlin' no Look at my
ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live Sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she got no relatives Her friends drink brew and beef about who's sale it is Now she's hungry, she smells the marijuana scent I paint a picture vividly as if picasso's entered me at the heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep I'm sick of hearin' eulogies, I realize my nigga blue is a Of my past greek ruins yet his seek keeps bloomin'
Uneffected by police Or street illusions we were with I've grown away from people I grew with I mean we cool, but I don't need to My could switch easily from smooth to ruthless We ain't built the so mind games are useless Times change, the climate I change Check the forecast, I
Look at my life, you see coke and black roses And tears shed for soldiers We all walkin' the chosen From the cradle till the lowered I got the black ski mask to throw on But I can get richer off the I flow on I'd be if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more at my life
Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I moet for incarcerated, my heart is with y'all I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary Then once free you realize mentally scarred If not physically, if subjected to correctional for your future to the best of your ability Prosper, you've been conquered Blowin' up her mobile phone so she can you a box
Son, I sit my residence And thank God I'm blessed with poetical gift evident in every Ghetto like graffiti and crack 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 son, the saga began here MC's are yet there's actual facts here Like the Bible said had napped hair'
Look at my life, you see white and black roses And shed for passed soldiers We all walkin' the chosen the cradle till the casket's lowered I still got the black ski to throw on But I can get richer off the I flow on I'd be if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more at my life