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 ill 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