Growin' up in the hood, surrounded by "crack fiend's"//
fake friends and drug addicts, bowls with "packed greens"//
lookin up above puzzled, cold streets got me to "act mean"//
with hate for the planet, hate for life and "hatin' my self"//
Slangin' for minimum wealth, "under estimatin' my health"//
lookin' in the mirror lost, i dunno "who i am"//
livin' life in slow mo, if i had a chance ill "go if i can"//
wit rox and "blow in my hand" "growin slow as a man"//
rappin's a future i can make it i just "kno that can"//
homies askin (R u ready?) but i tell em "i dunno if i am//
ima nervous break down only "god knows that i am"//
always ready, with both hands on the 9 like a "Quarter to Ten"//
SMile now cry Later, im a diamond in da dirt above all, im 'greater'//
cause i don't trust shit but my gun and the bullets in da 'chamber'//
everynight i speak to the "savior", but he dont anwser my "prayers"//
so my hip stay strapped wit guns, and my hands on the "Razors"//
this "survival is nature" rollin blunts usin' "bible as papers"//
and it seems that the "Struggles raises" and we just known as "trouble makers"//
they don't see this is what they made us, im jus 1 of the million s of the "cycle's faces!"//
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