Yo mega man, the deal son? Yo son, up? Yo man, I'm just sittin' here zonin' out, thinkin' about how is Yo, life's general for us, you How we out here, you know? Things we going through man, why we gotta go through life? You know, is an interlude to death, son You ever thought that?
The saga begins, I'm a reflection of the within The ghetto I live in, niggas moms on crack, pops just The time you get locked up, who really cares? I see a little snotty nosed his sneakers on backwards Sleepin' on a mattress I go to make a sale At times I wonder, are we goin' to hell? Or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as
My sleep is interrupted by on the stove Not gun shots, we're to those Some of my friends first bids are two to are on the run with huge rewards Mothers watch walk through the door For the time till they go view at the morgue Life is deep, we all just to eat Rap's a mental narcotic, I 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 mask to on But I can get off the tracks I flow on I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't no more at my life
Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant nowhere to live Sleepin' in a 'cause 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 picture vividly as if picasso's spirit 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 like greek ruins yet his seek bloomin'
Uneffected by intrusions Or street illusions we consumed with I've even grown away from people I grew I we cool, but I don't need to bullshit My mood could switch easily from smooth to We ain't built the so mind games are useless Times change, the climate I change the forecast, I reign
Look at my life, you see white coke and roses And tears shed for soldiers We all walkin' the path From the cradle the casket's lowered I got the black ski mask to throw on But I can get richer off the I flow on I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't no more Look at my
niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour moet for Those incarcerated, my heart is y'all I know at times it gets hard penetentiary bars Then free you realize you're mentally scarred If not physically, if subjected to facilities for your future to the best of your ability Prosper, you've been conquered Blowin' up her phone so she can send you a box
Son, I sit my residence And thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift in every Ghetto like and crack sales And cabs that stop for black males Undercovers givin' younger bad stares Fours clap, crap in the grass here You love to hear the story son, the began here are fictitious yet there's actual facts here Like the Bible said 'Jesus had hair'
Look at my life, you see white and black roses And tears shed for passed We all walkin' the path From the cradle the casket's lowered I still got the black ski to throw on But I can get off the tracks I flow on I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't no more at my life