Lyrics

If she don't run away, here comes the trouble The lad bust through your leg Runnin' with knuckleheads that hustle for bread They trust you 'til they puff dust and [?] rush to they heads Here comes the scuffles, the razor-face bubbles The scuffed knuckles the feds gettin' fed You gettin' fed then end dead in hospital beds Mommy, I love you, but I never listened to what you said You told mе, "Life's a struggle" Instead (Found out thе hard way) I step in the parks where y'all play Slept in the cars in the yards where y'all stay Slept with the broads y'all's age (When you went to work, I watched the kids all day) Started callin' myself Yahweh What did yall say? Get out my face Y'all pray that this, that this don't happen to y'all Don't lose your job, it's hard But lemme, lemme tell you the story my way He chose the highway And when he cried, the whole entire sky was gray Now, this is a tight life situation In the back of his mind he feels like he violated the whole nation Spazzed out, doctors gave him all types of medications He didn't wanna take 'em They put his ass out Now he in a place where only God could wake him This story is breakin' my heart He woke up in jail, somehow, he violated probation He got out, he stayed in his room where this girl name Lia gave 'em Started gettin' paid again Now niggas in the hood wanna blaze it He in a place with Caucasians coolin' So all the blacks hate 'em They tried to play him So he pulls his 2s again, sprayin' The gun sound got him on the run now We gave the cracks to his main mans He said, "Only half they have to pay him" It was smart then, but dumb now They never gave him his money, he back to a bum now Prayin', "Lord, help me through this day Amen" This time he had a little juice Around the same time, Pac made "I Ain't Mad At Chu" He used to cop with deuce deuce and watch the tube in the barber shop Won't you make a avenue? Had nothin' to do, suckin' a brew, doin' dumb shit On his stomach he tattooed, "Nothing to lose" Stayed in train stations and his friends' basements He started poppin' up at old girlfriends' places again when it started rainin' Hopin' they'd take him in He met her with a cold day, she stayed in your room playing Playstation Stomach achin', sayin', "What your Moms makin'?" Playin', you sayin', "Why, you wanna play, son?" In the mornings you better wait for McDonald's to open He never ate, son He used to go straight to the bathroom to wash his face, done One day he gave away his chain with the Mary piece for ten plates from the Jamaicans Black Jesus, peace Give thanks and blaze one