Somebody wake
me, I'm
dreamin'
I started as a
seed, the
semen
Swimmin' upstream, planted in the womb while
screamin'
On the top was my pops, my mama screamin' stop
From a single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples, but my papa was a loser
Only plan he had for mama was to fukk her and abuse her
Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be? A product of this heated passion
Mama got pregnant and papa got a
piece of ass
Look how it
began, nobody gave a fukk
about me
Pistol in my
hand, this cruel world can do
without me
How can I
survive? Got me askin' white
Jesus
"Will a nikka live or
die?"
cause the Lord can't see us
In the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody's sleepin'
I open my window, jump to the streets and get to creepin'
I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I'm only 19, I'm tryna hustle on my own
On the
spot where everybody and they
pops tryna
slang rocks
I'd rather go to college, but this is where the
game stops
Don't get it
wrong cause it's always
on, from dusk to
dawn
You can buy rocks, Glocks or a herringbone
You can ask my man,
he's a mind reader
Keep my 9 heater all the time, this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetery then get smoked out
Pass the weed, nikka! That Hennessey'll keep me keyed, nikka
Everywhere I go nikkas holla at me, "
Keep it real, G"
And my reply
'til they kill me: "Act up if
you feel me!"
I was born not to make it, but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise
This is why people kill me with that "Pac wasn't lyrical" nonsense. Brother definitely knew what he was doin with a pen and a pad.