Yo man, what's the deal son? Yo son, up? Yo man, I'm just sittin' here out, thinkin' about how life is Yo, life's general for us, you How we out here, you know? Things we going through man, why we go through this life? You know, life is an to death, son You ever thought that?
The begins, I'm a reflection of the drama within The ghetto I live in, niggas moms on crack, just disappeared The first time you get locked up, who really I see a snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards Sleepin' on a mattress when I go to make a At times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Or does God realize we're to make it as well
My sleep is interrupted by on the stove Not gun shots, immune to those of my friends first bids are two to fours Others are on the run with huge Mothers watch son's walk the door For the last till they go view at the morgue Life is deep, we all tryin' to eat Rap's a narcotic, I supply the streets
Look at my life, you see coke and black roses And shed for passed soldiers We all walkin' the chosen From the cradle till the casket's I still got the black ski to throw on But I can get richer off the tracks I on I'd be if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more at my life
Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with 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 a picture vividly as if picasso's spirit entered me Starin' at the heavens, secluded in a jeep I'm sick of hearin' eulogies, I my nigga blue is a reminder Of my past like ruins yet his seek keeps bloomin'
Uneffected by police Or street illusions we consumed with I've grown away from people I grew with I mean we cool, but I don't to bullshit My mood could switch easily from smooth to We ain't built the same so mind games are Times change, like the 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 path From the 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 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 behind penetentiary Then once you realize you're mentally scarred If not physically, if subjected to facilities Prepare for your future to the best of ability Prosper, otherwise you've been Blowin' up her mobile phone so she can you a box
Son, I sit inside my And thank God I'm blessed this poetical gift evident in every Ghetto like graffiti and crack And cabs that won't stop for black Undercovers younger brothers bad stares Fours clap, crap in the grass here You love to the story son, the saga began here MC's are yet there's actual facts here the Bible said 'Jesus had napped hair'
Look at my life, you see white coke and black And tears shed for soldiers 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 richer off the tracks I on I'd be if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more at my life