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[Verse 1] If you live by the gun, you die by the same fate So no gunplay, pops took toys away Went over moms house, Cops N Robbers all day (Righ) Went back to dads house, went to church on Sunday (Righ) See Gary and Renae married at a young age Had 2 kids then got divorced the next day My pops got em through me, and my sister got to stay (Righ) My mom got pregnant, baby sister on the way (Righ) My father remarried, another daughter on the way His wife had a daughter and a son by the way A older daughter us boys like the same age I turned five then started rhyming the next day Me and my sis moved with my pops the next day No I ain't want to stay, shit, who am I to say, shit 2nd grade went to school cursing like a sailor Came back home preaching bout my savior, damn Only God can judge me, only Jesus can save us We in the hood lord save us, pray for us After school, home alone, just us Don't open door, ain't nobody you can trust Gunshots, drive bys, we would duck Somebody died, thank God, none of us One of the kids neighborhood bloods wouldn't touch Go sleep, wake up, do again, good luck (Righ) (Righ) Now some of moms friends, I ain't like them (Righ) He pushed me down the stairs, I tried to fight him (Righ) If he got too loud, shit, I would threaten him I'd tell him "Never raise ya voice at mommy again!" But i was only yea high, I could barely read or write I probably couldn't fight, but in hindsight I only tried to do what's right Often I would write, a letter to the judge Ask him if I could, move back with mom Since she moved out the hood Her and my little sis then she birthed my youngest sis Next page, same book Yea ma could cook but they wasn't eating good At least they was out the hood Times are hard working two or three jobs Life and times of a single black mom No shoulder to lean on, no shoulder to cry on No man in the home, but life goes on [Chorus] Still rapping and shit like "We bout to be on" (Righ) Shit you tell yourself just to keep keeping on (Righ) But pace yourself cause the journey is long Here I am, years later, singing this song (Righ) (Righ) Now I'm a pre-teen and me and mom hardly speak If I don't call her, then she don't call me (tuh) In high school when I turned sixteen Had a car that barely drove, but was given to me I would ride around the city, I was hardly home (Righ) Pops ain't want us in the hood, so often I was gone (Righ) Often I would roam, often in the zone And I don't even smoke, from school it's off to work I gave up sports, cuz i got to make it work (Righ) Eight of us in a three bedroom home (Righ) So often I was gone, often I would roam Remember getting arrested, cops took me home Pops waited by the door like "Where we go wrong?" But made it out the hood alive with no kids, I'm grown I was at Lee's house when I answered the phone G Stack on the line said "Your sister dead gone" God you dead wrong, how you call her home with two kids at home Blood or no blood you are still my own I'm still crying through these songs Still rapping and shit like "We bout to be on" I picked myself up, nobody put me on Lift as you climb, clean as you cook Write my story as I go, easier than it looks (Righ) (Righ) Still rapping and shit like "We bout to be on" (like "We bout to be on") (like "We bout to be on") Shit you tell yourself just to keep keeping on (just to keep keeping on) (just to keep keeping on) Still rapping and shit like "We bout to be on" (like "We bout to be on") (like "We bout to be on") Shit you tell yourself just to keep keeping on (just to keep keeping on) (just to keep keeping on)