What's the deal it's 1995
And a nigga wanna live the type
of life that people dream
I want things, a crib, a car,
while living the life of a king
I know I take for granted at times
Still hustlin' and bustlin'
And now and then I stand a pop
A steady battle through the days
Mamma think I'm wrong because
The system ain't given T-
22 on the loose and black
Trying to get the noose a little
They making it hard for a brother to cope
It's still illegal to smoke cess
And chop up shit until they give
Damn, you got caught sought away out
The trait is getting full, calling up your pull
A man sleeping on pavement
Under the bridge of I- 20 west
And stress on the face of the man
Cussing out the atmosphere with
nobody close enough to hear
And who dat miss they fee
Cuz all they personal shit
Is sitting on the front lawn
And for those who ain't got take
Before the owner shows back
there to watch your stuff
See I stand tall to this world
Like a kid walking rapping
A book on a shelf of many
MC's seen them come and go
Style free with Cool Breeze
Til it's thick like dat fog
Stacking away my extra for
Dropping a point from the East
From a location out tha trees
cause, my palms is sweatin'
Niggas ain't getting no where fast but,
Why sunbeam burst off bas
Woodgrain and the only thang
Is where this coward hang
Forgot the batch niggah got thirty years
Lord forgive me and my foes I know
Revenge is best served when
God don't care whether you
Ain't no turning in your playing
Better tighten up your belt man,
The first instinct because,
Victims rarely get a chance to think twice
As he laid in the final resting place He
My visions blurry from crying
But it ain't hard to see that
At any time it coulda been me
It's about 90 degrees outside
But yet it felt like I'm froze
The ceremonies come to a close
I toss a rose but just can't seem
Damn I done fucked around and got upset
But it ain't nothing we can do
It's bigger than me and you
One day our time coming too
So ain't no use in being sad
Leaving here was probably
the best gift he ever had
Maybe his life was something
That he had to give to show me
That I need to be responsible
I won't complain about my pain
But I just ain't gone let my
So Bean I'm gone make it for you
The cycle that these young black
I'm gone break it for you
And start takin care of me
From now on, until I'm gone
Born into these crooked ways
I never even ask to come so now
I struggle and fight to stay alive
Can't seem to get a grip cause,