Of course I'm thankful for another
But everytime I wake up, seem like
one of my people gotta die
Hussein and them blew up the Trade Center
Winter, people in the projects getting thinner
Barely enough government cheese,
But we gotta get it how we live,
and how we live is selling crack
How we live is kicking doors,
how we live is pimping whores
How we live is what we do, so
we don't live like this no more
How we live is wrapping em up, sipping
An overloaded Houston Texas,
niggaz make they own bleed
Every night another murder scene,
that could of been prevented
But the truth is we most def, and
Every now and then I duck my head,
That's the only place where
5- 0, won't burst us bust us
Nigga they don't love us, they want
to relocate us to the Penn
Uh- huh, well, well, well
Yeah, Rosta fall right help me, help me
All the young picking them,
living in a rush just to get wealthy (wealthy)
we struggle or we hustle til we bubble
On top, eliminating competition
Fire, fire, fire, fire (fire)
Too many sickness and disease,
under attack from overseas
Mighty job me and for God,
If I should die before I wake,
me leave a blessing for the people today
Mighty job me and for God upon you,
Now I lay me, down to sleep
I pray the Lord keep my body,
Don't want to be another statistic,
Either the graveyard or max. security,
Look at the homie's little girl,
she ain't nothing but sixteen
Trying to support three kids,
so she stay coming out her jeans
Getting pimped, by somebody that still
But that's the only way she know,
to get away from all the drama
the mind is a terrible thing to waste
the line is a terrible thing to taste
Ask them niggaz that don bit the bullet,
My nigga we ain't seen God befo',
I asked him for a plexing, and
a crib and everyday I dress clean
they want to put a nigga in the Penn