It all started when I was little, it was how I was raised//
A bullet flew past my head, I was so lucky that it grazed//
My friends were all amazed, saying I survived a bullet//
I didn't care about it, but wondered why a person would pull it?//
Since than I've been on the block alot, smoking all of the haze//
I've been looking for a single job, cause I've been fired for days//
The economy is on a downfall, politics are going out of control//
And I can't do nothing about it, when the cops are on patrol//
So I sneak everytime I grab it, the money I gots to have it//
My crimes are hitting the court, like it was from a tenis racket//
The ghetto life I never brag it, I always tell how the struggle is//
And I'd never do a crime not worth it, I don't ever wanna trouble kids//
But I'm not goin' to stay on the block, getting smashed by a cop//
Waiting for my poor homies to get shot, I need to make a quick plot//
People in the hood kill alot, so I always have to watch my back//
And I'm always ready for a fight, when my homies toss the mack//
In the streets they call me the boss of crack, don't forget the name//
Cause I got the shit to put you away, cause I can always affect ya game//
They say that were bums who are just lame, but they just don't even know//
How would you like to be raised like this, and not even be told where to go//
All we know is how to pimp a single hoe, we don't know nothing else//
So we pull that trigger back for money, until the smoked out barrel melts//
So I hope you get a taste of my strife, I tell god not to waste another life//
He doesn't talk back so I chase another wife, how long can our race mutter our rights?//
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