Struggle & the hood: Page 2

My rhymes inspired by enviroments of the very violent

I'm the voice of a generation that's very silent

Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain

And be prosperous, though we live dangerous

People think hustlin is cool (cool), all hustlin is live

They don't understand hustlers only hustlin to survive

I know God ain't put me down here just to be serving no fiends

Cole under pressure, what that make? Diamonds

"Why You let these killers live and take my homeboy's son away?"

Man if you got kids, show you love 'em 'cause God just might call 'em home

'Cause one day, they're here and, baby, the next day, they're gone

A traveling band of misfits and outcasts (Outcasts)

Nod they heads from Misfits to OutKast (OutKast)

A lot of scars, they did this without pads

A lot of hearts who did this without dads

Po' children got aspirations and dreams just like the wealthy (wealthy)

But it's hard when that environment you live in ain't healthy (healthy)

Now that I escape, sleepwalk awake (Yeah)

Those who could relate know the world ain't cake

Jail bars ain't golden gates, those who fake, they break

I can hеar your tears when they drop over the phone

Get mad at yourself 'cause you can't leave me alone

But at least have the decency in you

To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out

In the streets when I'm eatin' or feedin' my daughter

Take the evil out the people, they'll be actin' right

My big homie died young, just turned older than him

Let bygones be bygones, but where I'm from

We buy guns and more guns to give to the young

Reportin' live from the fuckin' gutter, bitch

And "no" is kinda hard to say to drugs

'Cause I been havin' problems with myself

Places that I've been, things that I have seen

What you call a nightmare, are what I have as dreams

I pause, step back, look at my life as a whole

Ain't no love, it seems the devil done stole my soul

One thing that still gets me

When did I become a ghost? (Yeah)

Before we find world peace

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Now the road to the riches is taking me longer

It ain't kill yet so it making me stronger

Aim for the stars and I shouldn't have missed

But I was riding on fumes, so I stopped by the moon

Now I'm sitting on the hood of this bitch

Like, "Thanks for the view," waiting on thanks from a few

Y'all niggas was born, I shot my way out my mom dukes

Bet if I ever fall off, everybody go missin'

Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane

No, it's the young black god livin’ out his dreams

What you mean? I been up on an ultralight beam

They don't wanna see you fly, they just gonna shoot your wings

Never could trust you, I still got your location on

Fell out of love, I delete all the nudes off the phone

Like Roc-A-Fella needed Sigel, like I needed my father

But he needed a needle (My life)

There's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from

You could run, but you can't hide forever

Here on Earth, tell me what's a black life worth?

A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts

I'm breakin' out of this cage

I'm standin' up, I'ma face my demons

I'm mannin' up, I'ma hold my ground

I think my life is blessed with a curse.

The days are longer and it seems like I'm facin' time

I've got a lot of dreams, but I'm not really chasin' mine

Death before dishonor, and I tell you what else

I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help

In order to survive, got to learn to live with regrets

It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?

I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect

Take me away from all the pressure and all the pain

My recitals are vital, and may be needed for survival

Like the Bible or any other good book that you read

Searchin' for bliss only led me to searchin' for hits

Only led me to battle depression

I done learned my lesson 'cause fame never lessen the pain

Contemplatin' suicide like it's a DVD

Lost inside my mind, it's a prison, homie, leave me be

Stuck in Orange Mound (Mound), ten toes down (Down)

Nowhere to go but up, I'm underground I'm so down

But God bless me with this gift of poetry

So with this CD the world could see what I see

I just be walkin' a tightrope, am I gon' always do right? No

Used to sell grams of that white coke on Ponce de Leon to white folk

His mama tried to raise an angel, turned out gangster like his daddy

We share the same pain, so I knew he wasn't happy

I was on the block pitching rocks at fifteen

And I remember underage drinking at sixteen

Let my nuts hang, Cali bang at seventeen

Now I got everything, bitch, I got everything

But these two AK's ain't nothing to play about

I had a jumper and hoop dreams, but I couldn't wait it out

Rolled weed on my scholarship letters and took the paper route

Crips know where I stay, every other day, had to spray it out

No one gave me anything.

What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government?

For real, a nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja

Pain runnin' through my veins

I don't want the fame, I just wanna eat (Ooh)

I'm sittin' high on them inches, I'm in the nosebleeds

I'm on a paper chase until my toes bleed

Then I get on these beats and let my soul bleed

They'd rather see me down under than see me fly

I don't know if it's the hate, frustration, or hunger

That keep a nigga going, rapping for a reason

Shit don't just don't happen, shit happens for a reason

I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up

And made more money 'cause my daddy never showed up

And I never think I'd make it out the hood

And it don't feel how I thought it would

I don't wanna work a job, motherfuck a 9 to 5

Every time I get a check, what I really get? Robbed

Livin in America, this shit is a facade

Nobody put the crack into the pipe

Nobody made you smoke off your life

You didn't know shit about me, man

You didn't go to school in the clothes that I had to wear back then

So here's a temporary fix for your permanent flaws

This album helps you to RELEASE cause life is irkin us all

Whoopsie, made a oopsie

One-hundred thousand dollar "oops" made me loopy

I ain't a killer, but don't push me

Don't wanna have to turn a nigga guts into soup beans

I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on

Didn't nobody wanna speak

Now everybody peepin' out they window when they hear me beatin' up the street

Got a house that I barely can stay in, a car I barely can drive

I'd be a liar if I said gettin' money didn't make me feel alive