I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had second hands, moms bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to G' off was [bad word] loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen [bad word] up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed [bad word] made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough off
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same [bad word] 'Lo sweater
Times is rough and tough like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick tight clique and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo brothas respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-POW! Move from the gate now

I'm so tired sheep are counting me
No more [bad word]  no more energy

It's been 22 long hard years and still [bad word] Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause [bad word] is deep
man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
young buck sellin [bad word] and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not touch
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin', going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40 of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
But as the world turns I learned life is [bad word] Living in the world, no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to [bad word] the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, [bad word] cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the [bad word] to the young black youth
But [bad word] wild, smokin sess, drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic

I'm so tired sheep are counting me
No more [bad word]  no more energy
No more patient and you can write that down
It's all too crazy and i'm not sticking round