I love that last verse, some of the beautiful shyt ever said about individual growth and letting the past stay in the past along with some commentary on gentrification sprinkled in.
Worries of failure, when you're buried is your familia
Gon' keep your name prospering to the maximum?
You should live, there's only one life, that's the physical
Rich or poor or in jail, why the fukk should you be miserable?
Things happen for reasons, the clock keeps ticking
Love could have your heartbeat skipping, thugs turn to religion
The bytch you love could start to hate you
The shyt you used to do escape you
Things that make you laugh represent the past
Reminisce the block, gamble Gs on the floor
nikkas used to be the man, you don't see 'em no more
Your favorite restaurants and favorite stores, they tore 'em down
Turned 'em into shopping malls, the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life to the fullest, never look back, it's real