Everybody want to go to heaven
But don't nobody want to die
Life's too sweet to pass by
Lookin at the hourglass, I
I keep a strong will to live
I be a old man with a lotta game to give
I'll make the kids do somethin
Instead of bein like me, a thug or gee
Try in to stay up out the penitentiary
I got a whole army, some r.i.p.
Some stuck in a cell, some out on bail
Some doin major fed time in jail
Inner city full of jealousy and lies
Hopin that the Lord'll hear my cries
Help a young black male rise
Player never know when his life'll end
Walk with my head down in the rain
Think about greed, some disease
Some think about the pain that they inflict
More jails, less schools for the children
Makin money off niggas like you and me
My God, it's the turn of the century
Will it be a lotta seeds,
Or be six feet deep on the
I can't stand it, lost in the game again
Will I win? Nobody knows in the end
I keep strugglin, pullin on the game of life
I'm wakin up from the nightmares,
God, I heard death comin up the stairs
I got the past still hauntin me
Still knowin how my enemies want me
You never know when it's time to go
If you don't know the game,
No love, hold up, what you thinkin of?
cause ain't nobody payin em mo'
Lost in the thug life, gone for sho'
As another one goes as modern-
To other rappers that rose
the concrete, stay strong
it won't be too long, hold on
Never lose faith in dreams
A cold world, ghetto kids born to die
Too much drama for a young player,
Pushed in the game at the age of 12
Hangin on the block, all about the mail
somebody gotta lace the young
Before they get enough rope
Hardcore livin in the projects
Mo' cash comes in and go fast
Toe- tags, dead homies in bodybags
Where it stops, nobody knows
I'm paranoid, is these enemies or foes?
Can't call it, sleep with a open eye
This world'll make you laugh,
Stay real, keep a strong mind and strive
keep your eye on the game