No faces for open caskets, peelin ya cap backwards In ninety-six my glock's my plastic, passion for blastin bastards My homey Harm doin time from this drug gameīehind bars, go to sleep just to see the starsįreedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block I used to hustle with my moms til the sun came I hit the strip broke where the fiends get cokeĪnd still I rise now I float cowards ghostĬlutchin a pound, live as sirens, duckin the sound He tryin to rise up and we just go doe, still he rise

The life he don't need, don't we all know Youngest they buckin somethin the life he leads My homey on the corner with his gat tucked, in We out for power, makin cash it wasn't fast it'll make me mad Show em what I'm made of plus raised on, on my blockĬhancellor Ave, where many turn to the street, thugs snatchin bags If trouble was searchin for me then why not? Runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallwaysĪ life that's lavish full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearseīut now my dreams it seeems though, be placin triple beams and things broĭiamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin out my jeans The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pass the weed niggaĮverywhere I go niggaz holla at me, 'Keep it real G'Īct up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stopsĭon't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn On the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone

I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin In the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine Will a nigga live or die, cause the Lord can't see us Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me Look how it began, nobody gave a fuck about me Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion Stranded on welfare, another broken family Only plan he had for momma was to fuck her and abuse herĮven as a little seed, I could see his plan for me Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stopįrom a single drop, this is what they got Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin Somebody break me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen I know, try to make the best of bad situationsĪin't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain In search of a paradise to touch (my nigga Johnny J)ĭreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go As we down here, struggle for as long as we know

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