my whole life could barely be captured in a rhyme
if i told you the whole story you would say that i'm lyin
mine... its been been a hard one, aint no hidin the fact
split between two parent who couldnt keep the family intact
i lacked the guidance and supervision i needed
i aint even begun to play the game but already got cheated
gettin weeded at 12...a borderline fuck up that needed help
but nobody could see that this so called paradise is really hell
seein trails, a myriad of drugs to keep my mind straight
but it pushed me over edge, im numb to the world that i hate
i skate with one leg over a path of thin ice
the other foot in the grave, i used to pray i'd die every night
and it aint right for a child to have to live this way
when they locked me outta the house i roamed the streets until the next day
lookin for the best way to try and change my situation
but theres only so much i could do at my age and it was frustratin
so i stuck to makin the money, learned the concept of profit
fuck 2 for 15, im in it for money, i cant be takin no losses
" give ya boy a deal on sack, I cant get it for 8 ?"
fuckin makin deal potna, im tryin to put food on my plate
and if i came home late, it meant sleepin on the porch
back when niggas smoked marlboros, before they switched to ports
and if you went to court, you went to 21 tower road
and if you had Shelton as a judge, then ya ass was gone
he was known for throwin the book at ya and have ya servin some time
i kept that in mind when i was on the grind servin them dimes
i wasnt tryin to go back to jail ...fuck that....i aint gone do it
been there and did it all, juvenile hall.... A,B,C, and D unit...
me and pops was goin through, all he did was fight
and since he was at home gettin high i just ran the streets all night
and since funds was tight, i was walkin around without a dollar to my name
i borrowed and begged, wandered the streets without a place to stay
this aint no way for a juvenile to be raised
but cocaines a helluva drug, shit you could ask Rick James
its all the same, whether it your life or mine, that how it goes....
keep in mind that every fine line leads to a nose
"theres so much that i see wrong and not enought i that i see right
some night..... i sit alone while drinkin.... thinkin fuck this life
i just light me another one and blow my brains to the sky
all my problems go up in smoke everytime i get high"
at times i find myself gettin high at full throttle
tryin to find answers to my problems in the end of a bottle
with every swallow i see tomorrow gettin further away
might end up a victim to the next niggas murderous ways
i was on the right path but then i seem to fall astray
i know i'll be old and gray before a nigga really change
a prisoner to my mental chains, wit no way to break free
strugglin to reach for the key thats just happens to be slightly outta my reach
i speak no lies, fear no man... and have nothing to hide
niggaz get high and listen to these songs about different parts of my life
Sometimes i think i'll never end up seeing the light....... in this way i'm livin
But you dont need eyes to see.......you need vision
dont be pissin away ya time on this earth, cause life is limited
Keepin in mind that i could die while writin this rap... before i finish it
"theres so much that i see wrong and not enought i that i see right
some night..... i sit alone while drinkin.... thinkin fuck this life
i just light me another one and blow my brains to the sky
all my problems go up in smoke everytime i get high"
Step into my world fulla darkness, hate and greed
A grimy little village fulla grinders, pickpockets and thieves
Where a dime bag gone cost you fifteen
Hungry niggaz raised on top ramen, hot dogs and government cheese
We bleed copper cause the love of money flows through of veins
Tryin to start folding paper instead of being out here jinglin this change
This same dime and a nickel I been tryin to flip for a minute
The blueprints have been laid, its time to execute the mission
Executive decisions in this game called life
Where its all about being in the right place and there at the right time
Some cats is just wandering and walkin around blind
Going backwards down a one-way, he didn’t pay attention to the signs
I struggle inside, to try to come to grips with whats real
Ever since both of my parent got killed I never tell people how I really feel
I spill my ink on this paper chase away the pain with this liquor
Split me up a cinnamon swisher fill it with some icky that stick to ya fingers
We all innocent until proven guilty
With my last bar... all im sayin... is that im hopin ya feel me.
if i told you the whole story you would say that i'm lyin
mine... its been been a hard one, aint no hidin the fact
split between two parent who couldnt keep the family intact
i lacked the guidance and supervision i needed
i aint even begun to play the game but already got cheated
gettin weeded at 12...a borderline fuck up that needed help
but nobody could see that this so called paradise is really hell
seein trails, a myriad of drugs to keep my mind straight
but it pushed me over edge, im numb to the world that i hate
i skate with one leg over a path of thin ice
the other foot in the grave, i used to pray i'd die every night
and it aint right for a child to have to live this way
when they locked me outta the house i roamed the streets until the next day
lookin for the best way to try and change my situation
but theres only so much i could do at my age and it was frustratin
so i stuck to makin the money, learned the concept of profit
fuck 2 for 15, im in it for money, i cant be takin no losses
" give ya boy a deal on sack, I cant get it for 8 ?"
fuckin makin deal potna, im tryin to put food on my plate
and if i came home late, it meant sleepin on the porch
back when niggas smoked marlboros, before they switched to ports
and if you went to court, you went to 21 tower road
and if you had Shelton as a judge, then ya ass was gone
he was known for throwin the book at ya and have ya servin some time
i kept that in mind when i was on the grind servin them dimes
i wasnt tryin to go back to jail ...fuck that....i aint gone do it
been there and did it all, juvenile hall.... A,B,C, and D unit...
me and pops was goin through, all he did was fight
and since he was at home gettin high i just ran the streets all night
and since funds was tight, i was walkin around without a dollar to my name
i borrowed and begged, wandered the streets without a place to stay
this aint no way for a juvenile to be raised
but cocaines a helluva drug, shit you could ask Rick James
its all the same, whether it your life or mine, that how it goes....
keep in mind that every fine line leads to a nose
"theres so much that i see wrong and not enought i that i see right
some night..... i sit alone while drinkin.... thinkin fuck this life
i just light me another one and blow my brains to the sky
all my problems go up in smoke everytime i get high"
at times i find myself gettin high at full throttle
tryin to find answers to my problems in the end of a bottle
with every swallow i see tomorrow gettin further away
might end up a victim to the next niggas murderous ways
i was on the right path but then i seem to fall astray
i know i'll be old and gray before a nigga really change
a prisoner to my mental chains, wit no way to break free
strugglin to reach for the key thats just happens to be slightly outta my reach
i speak no lies, fear no man... and have nothing to hide
niggaz get high and listen to these songs about different parts of my life
Sometimes i think i'll never end up seeing the light....... in this way i'm livin
But you dont need eyes to see.......you need vision
dont be pissin away ya time on this earth, cause life is limited
Keepin in mind that i could die while writin this rap... before i finish it
"theres so much that i see wrong and not enought i that i see right
some night..... i sit alone while drinkin.... thinkin fuck this life
i just light me another one and blow my brains to the sky
all my problems go up in smoke everytime i get high"
Step into my world fulla darkness, hate and greed
A grimy little village fulla grinders, pickpockets and thieves
Where a dime bag gone cost you fifteen
Hungry niggaz raised on top ramen, hot dogs and government cheese
We bleed copper cause the love of money flows through of veins
Tryin to start folding paper instead of being out here jinglin this change
This same dime and a nickel I been tryin to flip for a minute
The blueprints have been laid, its time to execute the mission
Executive decisions in this game called life
Where its all about being in the right place and there at the right time
Some cats is just wandering and walkin around blind
Going backwards down a one-way, he didn’t pay attention to the signs
I struggle inside, to try to come to grips with whats real
Ever since both of my parent got killed I never tell people how I really feel
I spill my ink on this paper chase away the pain with this liquor
Split me up a cinnamon swisher fill it with some icky that stick to ya fingers
We all innocent until proven guilty
With my last bar... all im sayin... is that im hopin ya feel me.
