Yo man, what's 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 livin' out here, you Things we going through man, why we 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 I live in, niggas moms on crack, pops just disappeared The first time you get up, who really cares? I see a little snotty with his sneakers on backwards Sleepin' on a mattress I go to make a sale At times I wonder, are we straight to hell? Or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as
My is interrupted by food on the stove Not gun shots, immune to those Some of my friends bids are two to fours Others are on the run with huge Mothers son's walk through the door For the last till they go view at the morgue Life is deep, we all tryin' to eat Rap's a mental narcotic, I the streets
Look at my life, you see white and black roses And tears shed for soldiers We all walkin' the path From the cradle till the casket's I still got the ski mask to throw on But I can get off the tracks I flow on I'd be if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more Look at my
Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant nowhere to live Sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she don't got no Her friends wanna drink brew and beef about sale it is Now she's gettin' hungry, she the marijuana scent I a picture vividly as if picasso's spirit entered me Starin' at the heavens, in a tinted jeep I'm sick of eulogies, I realize my nigga blue is a reminder Of my past like ruins yet his seek keeps bloomin'
by police intrusions Or street illusions we were consumed I've even away from people I grew with I mean we cool, but I don't need to My mood could switch easily from to ruthless We ain't built the same so games are useless Times change, the climate I change the forecast, I reign
Look at my life, you see coke and black roses And tears for passed soldiers We all walkin' the path 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 lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no at my life
Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour for Those incarcerated, my heart is with I know at it gets hard behind penetentiary bars Then once free you realize you're mentally If not physically, if subjected to correctional for your future to the best of your ability Prosper, otherwise you've 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 evident in every Ghetto like graffiti and sales And cabs won't stop for black males givin' younger brothers bad stares Fours clap, dogs in the grass here You love to the story son, the saga began here MC's are fictitious yet there's facts here Like the Bible said 'Jesus had napped
Look at my life, you see white and black roses And shed for passed soldiers We all walkin' the path From the cradle till the casket's 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 hustlin' no at my life