Mad at the World

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.] Huh, tried to tell the world my pain, but didn't nobody care Cryin' for my mama and daddy, but ain't nobody there Wrote a letter to my brother, he can't get it, because he in the hole Bundled up in my grandmama house, we all in the cold My cousins goin' rock for rock, knock for knock, and they arguin' In the dice game, seen my nigga get killed, all over an argument RIP Lil Ken, nigga died over a five point Seen a nigga get slapped all in the face over a point five joint They standing on the corner watchin' for rollers, wonderin' if they gon' hit Confidence low, mama say, "You like your daddy, and your daddy ain't shit" A product of my environment, sold product in my environment Ain't no 401k for niggas on the block, it ain't no retirement And the game looked wet What you think a young nigga gon' do? I dived in And we riskin' it all, ain't worryin' 'bout juvenile confinement Lookin' back on the years, scratchin' my head like where my time went? Do somethin' more useful with your time than posted up, grindin' [Chorus: Aye-B] Tryna make a change from my old ways Don't wanna die up in these streets, I'd rather die from old age They tell me life is short, well shit, hell, I been havin' long days Be careful what you say to me, don't rub me the wrong way Young nigga attitude, I'm mad at the world Mad at myself, I just ain't mad at you It's just me against the world [Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.] My brother been locked up so long, all he know is pen life My little cousin just caught a body, they gave him ten lifes The preacher wanna judge us, I guess because he sin right And he callin' all of our sins wrong, but I remember them dim lights And cold nights, over the stove like Uncle Ben rice Arguin' with dope fiends over nine, needin' that ten right Need every cent, cousin, not a dollar less Five-oh, high-speed runnin', we out of breath They think his legs got a jet, the way that nigga move like a vet The police callin' us threats, we just tryna get out of the 'jects I want a 'Vette, I want a Benz, I want a Jag, I want a Maserati Can't get it out this corner so my nigga thought he would rob somebody And body after body, it start becomin' regular From juvenile hall, to YA, to the pen, he was ready for it But deep behind his pain you hear the story to his scars And the cell on the cell, hearin' his story through these bars [Chorus: Aye-B] Tryna make a change from my old ways Don't wanna die up in these streets, I'd rather die from old age They tell me life is short, well shit, hell, I been havin' long days Be careful what you say to me, don't rub me the wrong way Young nigga attitude, I'm mad at the world Mad at myself, I just ain't mad at you It's just me against the world [Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.] Used to ask the OG at the store to buy me a black Told me that wasn't nobody behind this, son, so don't ask him for that I was like, "Nigga, ain't you the same OG that was askin' for crack? Now you righteous 'cause you done finally got that monkey off your back?" Guess that's the game Niggas change, but some stay the same Perceptions involve, others still be stuck in they ways I got some folks in San Quentin and some that's stuck in the grave I got some stories full of gory that'll fuck up your day My daddy used dirty syringes, got 'em stuck in his veins I got the news that he fucked up, now he stuck with the AIDS Seein' your daddy die young, that shit'll fuck up your brain Started smokin', started sippin', then start to fuck with cocaine A real product of the dope game More money, yeah, what the ho bring But more money, more problems Nigga get stressed out and need Rogane In a small city where over a hundred die every year That's why every nigga here sheddin' thug tears [Chorus: Aye-B] A young nigga attitude, I'm mad at the world Mad at myself, I just ain't mad at you It's just me against the world