Its fuuny how im now living in what i used to think was cool,
I was happy as hell wakin up every day and walkin to school,
They used to tell me to count my blessings every day,
But i knew sooner o' lata that shyt would change.
It aint like i wanted to be in this shyt,
where people be dying cuz they got killed by a blood o' crip.
where i be walking a i see peoples blood drip,
cuz they got cut up by a nigga who wanted a hit.
Drug dealin is always thea and it aint fair,
i used to dream i would never get thea,
to that place that fucks u up even more,
when u realizing u selling rocks at yo front door.
Ma best friend got knocked up when she was sixteen,
and her nigga left where he was no where to be seen,
and know she on welfare and cant belive,
that she fucked up her life when she was a teen.
My brotha got robbed by sum nigga,
and i swear if he had a gun he would of pulled the trigga.
he coulda died that nigga could of had a knife!
but thats the trife that heppens in this fuckin lyfe.
A nigga is not defined by color or age,
hes defined by the way he lives each day.
i swear i wish this shyt would end,
when everythime i turn on the news some1 is dead.
hoes and hataz roam these streets,
where rats and roaches find what to eat.
school is even worse cuz we youngins be killin each other,
but we dont realize what we do to one another,
Alll these songs come out about shootin and sippin,
but they not the niggas who be enden up not lving.
So u came from da ghetto dont mean nofthin,
u probably dont sleep with one eye open.
why dont ya help us out if u know "how it is"
ya just sum fake as niggas trying to make sum hitz,
well them fuck u and everyone who dont help,
cuz one day u gon need that help yo dam self.
*-monique jmo-*