Aiyo some people was born in heaven
With a silver spoon in they mouth
And had everything taken to them
On a silver platter
And never had to work hard for nothing
Then there are some people
Who was born in the opposite world, of those
Was born heaven, which is called [bad word] 
And had to work hard for everything they got
And never had nothing taken to them
And never will

[Verse One]
I'm only at the age of ten
And life already seems to me
Like was heading to a dead end
Cause my mom was smoking mad crack
My pops went out for a fast snack
And never brought his [bad word] back
Nobody knows how I feel
It's quite I'll that I have to steal
To fill my stomach with a nice meal
Too ashamed to walk the streets
Wearing the same cheap sneaks
And dirty outfit for weeks
Even my holidays got damaged
Cause on christmas I aksed Santa
For a father and a hot sandwich
I just can't take it
And everyday I aks myself
How will I make it?

 [bad word] 
It seems like my life been cursed ever since I was a child
And how will I make it?
I won't, that's how
I walk around with a frown I got no reason to smile
And how will I make it?
I won't, that's how
Aiyo times is rough I had to grow up foul
And how will I make it?
I won't, that's how
I always knew that I'll end up doing time on a L
And how will I make it?
I won't, that's how

[Verse Two]
Five years past by, now I'm on the age of fifteen
No more fun and games, it's time to get cream
Cause I'm about to burst, my life was cursed
I went to church prayed everyday
But everything still got worse
Soon I ran in to a couple of guns
Started stalking the streets late
Robbing suckers for funds
Now everyday I creep with the heat
Ain't nothing sweet
I rob for me, if I don't steal I don't eat
Then I lost control and started going too far
Robbed this brother named Umar
And got snatched by the blue car
Where I grew up it was a living [bad word] 
Then I started to realise
I'm better off in a prison cell
Now I can sleep, now I can eat
Can't hit skinz but I wasn't hitting skinz
While I was in the streets
Aiyo I just can't take it
And everyday I aks myself
How will I make it?

 [bad word] 

[Verse Three]
Doing time was full of stress 
All the fightings and stabbings
And men finding men y
One tried to test me didn't find it humerous
Beat him with a pillowcase skilled with cans of tuna fish
My time came to a cease
I'm back on the streets again
I hope I won't get snatched by the beast again
But it's getting crazy hectic
Cause I'm broke and up naked
In cagitive jar cause of my jail record
Before you know I was robbing them Saint Ducks
Even started robbing homeless folks for their change cups
My whole life was deserted
Either I'ma go back to jail or get murdered
But do I deserve it
All I try to do was live the one life that I got
But it seems that I can't get a fair shot
I just can't take it
And everyday I aks myself
How will I make it?

 [bad word] 

Word up man it's real rough out here man
In the ghetto all that remains for us is
Wait for a better tomorrow
But it gets no better it's only getting worse
Word up