Yo mega man, what's the deal Yo son, up? Yo man, I'm just sittin' here out, thinkin' about how life is Yo, general for us, you know? How we out here, you know? Things we going through man, why we gotta go this life? You know, is an interlude to death, son You ever thought about
The saga begins, I'm a reflection of the drama The ghetto I live in, niggas moms on crack, just disappeared The first time you get locked up, who really I see a little snotty nosed with his sneakers on Sleepin' on a 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 sleep is interrupted by on the stove Not gun shots, we're to those Some of my friends 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 a mental narcotic, I supply the streets
Look at my life, you see white coke and roses And tears shed for soldiers We all walkin' the chosen From the cradle till the casket's I still got the black ski mask to on But I can get richer off the tracks I on I'd be lyin' if I I wasn't hustlin' no more at my life
Life ain't fair, shorty with nowhere to live in a crackhouse 'cause she don't got no relatives Her friends wanna 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 Starin' at the heavens, secluded in a tinted I'm sick of hearin' eulogies, I my nigga blue is a reminder Of my past like greek ruins yet his seek bloomin'
Uneffected by police Or street illusions we were consumed I've even away from people I grew with I we cool, but I don't need to bullshit My mood could easily from smooth to ruthless We ain't built the so mind games are useless Times change, like the I change the forecast, I reign
Look at my life, you see coke and black roses And shed for passed 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 tracks I on I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't no more Look at my
Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour for incarcerated, my heart is with y'all I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary Then once free you realize you're mentally If not physically, if to correctional facilities Prepare for future to the best of your ability Prosper, you've been conquered up her mobile 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 graffiti and crack sales And cabs that won't stop for black Undercovers givin' younger bad stares clap, dogs crap in the grass here You love to the story son, the saga began here MC's are fictitious yet there's actual facts Like the Bible 'Jesus had napped hair'
Look at my life, you see white and black roses And tears shed for soldiers We all the path chosen From the cradle till the 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 hustlin' no more Look at my