Lyrics

[Intro] Just put the headphones on This sounds so nice By the grace of God [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] We all crabs in a barrel Just chose to do my climbin' in barbed wire ankles I was winnin' half the battle I'm from where the worst thing you could ever do is tattle They'll zip your mouth shut, then zip you up and skidaddle I used to walk through the P's and jump from my own shadow The mountain bike niggas'll clap you You try to haggle for that chain or that bracelet Or that watch or that ring It's off the chain, brace yourself and watch out when it ring Gum wrappers in my mouth folded up like fronts I even took them shits out when I rolled up my blunts I wanted to be like the dealers, feared like the killers Fresh like the booster's attitude with the dealers Niggas ask me where I'm from and I'd say Brooklyn, proud Wore my Timbs all year round and my kush was loud And the police, they did the same shit y'all seein' now Except camera phones wasn't out [Chorus: scratched and mixed] By the grace of god By the grace of god By the grace of god [Verse 2] I'm just a product of where the young'ens move product We all believe in God, but we look up to the shottas Iron in my Goose, test my pride, I let it loose There's Boyz In Tha Hood that watch Menace II Society and Juice I never wanted to go that route I felt like Cuba in the car without the heart To tell Dough to let me out Hope God don't judge me when he judge me The Devil work pretty damn hard to make it ugly Know every thing that glitter ain't gold but, man That ice made all that glitter look cold Thought I was playin' without that flicker, that glow Now that I'm wise I realize that all I did was hide Long as they starin' at that chain They gon' look inside my eyes and see the pain See the hurt, see the person I disguise Can't write about it all if there's no words that could describe The images in my head that visit me in my bed If I don't talk to the Lord, man, spiritually I be dead [Chorus: scratched and mixed] By the grace of god By the grace of god By the grace of god [Outro] By the grace of God, I escaped that place by the skin of my teeth I'm here though Still here though