Key: B minor
Verse 1
Am
Bm
D
Am
A young boy
D
Am
D
walked down a city street
Am
E
Am
And hope was in his eyes
Proprietor of a broke rubber
D
and a coke runner
Am
Today pops is a jailbird
Bm
and she's a broke mother
Am
But Sonny don't see none of that
D
though as he casually
Am
Walks down the street
D
still a virgin to reality
Am
Saturday, 2 p .m.,
D
sunshine sizzlin'
Am
Ball bouncin',
D
workin' on his left hand dribblin'
Am
Every park in the hood,
D
moms told him he could play at
Am
Except the one on Dwyer,
D
cause that's where trouble stay at
Am
His girl texted him to come visit
Hit him with a picture,
male lookin' exquisite
D
Am
He said, ooh, I'm on my way right now
D
She said, it's me and Mariah,
Am
we at the park on Dwyer
D
He said, I'm comin' right by ya
Am
Walkin' past, hustlin',
D
stay gettin' that dough
Am
Crack houses on the left,
D
catacombin' to the liquor store
Am
Run down schools,
D
dice game up the street
Am
Needles on the ground, trash everywhere
But that ain't what he seek
D
He's still innocent, not tarnished a bit
Am
A young ghetto angel
D
walking through a fiery pit
Am
As he proceeded to the center
D
of the Garden of Eden
Am
Miles was at home on the sofa
D
with a Bible, read
Am
Walking through the valley
D
of the shadow of death
Am
They always trying to catch a slip
and gotta watch your step
D
Am
D
Am
So keep your distance from the crowd
D
We are not the same, I'm on a mission
Am
Walkin' through the valley
Bm
of the shadow of death
Am
They always tryna catch a slip
and gotta watch your step
Bm
Am
D
Am
So keep your distance from the crowd
D
We are not the same, I'm on a mission
Am
The court was full,
D
Am
the sidelines was full of the guidelines
D
Am
But you try and find an onlooker
who got next
D
Or else you ride pine all day
Am
Some dudes come to the park
D
but don't never get to play
Am
Anyway, he saw his girl
D
then he gave her a hug
Am
Not too much PDA,
D
especially around these thugs
Am
Somebody said we running next shorty.
D
Am
I got you just pass me the rock
You heard me cuz I like to shoot
three minutes later.
D
He balling on the court
Am
We're grown men back an d forth
D
back and forth hard to tell
who gonna win
Am
That's when the dude who like to shoot
D
got five kind of flagrant.
Am
He fell to the pavement
D
got up retaliate
Am
And they went at it for a minute
D
Am
was on the verge of fighting dude said I'm
D
gonna fix this went to his car
Am
And right then shorty should have left
D
But he didn't big homie
Am
emerged from his Camaro
with a 40 cal Smith and Wesson,
D
but dude on the court didn't buy it
Am
He said, what you gon' kill me?
D
You ain't stupid, don't try it
Am
D
He let the lead pop, no head shots
Am
Two to the ankle,
D
now he lookin' like he playin' for the Red Sox
Am
One to the dreadlocks,
D
that was the en d
Am
Shorty lookin' from
the three -point line
D
Am
Frozen, lost innocence,
D
he'll never see the world the same
Am
He ate from a forbidden tree,
D
just tryin' to play the game
Am
Who's blame?
Walkin' through the valley
Bm
of the shadow of death
Am
They always tryin' to catch
you slippin',
D
gotta watch your step
Am
D
Am
So keep your distance from the crowd
D
We are not the same, I'm on a mission
Am
Walkin' through the valley
D
of the shadow of death
Am
They always tryin' to catch
you slippin',
gotta watch your step
Bm
Am
Bm
Am
So keep your distance from the crowd
D
We are not the same, I'm on a mission
Am
D
The walk back home was somber
Am
He tremblin' like a fish in
D
the water with piranhas
Am
Now he see the hood
D
as a low -class dump with no promise
Am
He walk past her, yes,
D
we can't post her like, forget Obama
Am
D
That girl, she ain't a queen,
she's just a ghetto momma
Am
That dude, he ain't chillin', man,
he plottin' to rob
D
Yeah, that school full of dummies
teachin' dummies
Am
That nigga stole a bunch of A
-Rabs takin' our money, man
D
His girl picture didn't even
look the same
Am
He said she look so good,
D
she probably cheatin' on me, man
Am
The perils of reality finally
D
became apparent
Am
Like ghetto babies walkin'
D
all in the streets
without a parent
Am
But so what? You know what?
D
Guess it's time to grow up
Am
D
The world don't give a uh
Am
about all your bad luck
D
So stay down or rise up,
what's it gon' be?
Am
D
He walked in, his mama was reading
Genesis, chapter 3
Am
D
A young boy walked
Am
D
Am
down a city street
D
Am
And hope was in his eye you
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