[Part I] Pushin' a whip, cell vibratin' my hip With a fifth o that good shit wettin’ my lips Got five more spots that I got to hit I flip broccoli, knowin' that I got to quit Ouiet is kept, don't wanna get my mom upset If she only knew her son was a ten year vet No regrets for chillin' at the high school sets Sellin’ to kids that hadn't reached eighteen yet They say you reap what you sew, but these streets I know For sho’ , is mo' betta than an eight to fo' Either way I go I still gotta make that dough So my hustle right now is to make phat shows Bros, hoes and family, watchin'em grow Photos of little niggas at ten years old When we had fun time never went by slow Now l'm over thirty and still tryin' to roll Paul C., to whom all praise is due And Allah for makin' me stay with you Bumped heads many times but we made it through Ass whippings with a switch till my shit was blue Who knew I’d ever be the man I grew in to? Pops' attitude mixed with my Moms' mental Their parental advice highly influential My potential has peaked, now I speak through my pencil [Chorus] [Part II] I walk a thin line between purgatory and hell My broken English, locked in allegories of jail Heard the wiseman's pain in further stories to teil You know the ghetto-fabulous, street-glories that failed On the park bench with sixty-four squares to link Just rolled something, whatever was there to drink Few of us did seek an atmosphere to think How to stick white folks for their share of mink! Foster-Kids shooting hoops and dice in fubu garments Rocking them Air Force Ones to loose farmers Smooth karma's, brothers boost armour We had to live in a two bedroom-appartment A snot-nose grows with his wings lo spread My old man, I never listened to a thing he said Lt's hust sad to watch Mama sling in the bread ... While l'm ducking swings towards my head! Run but can't hide, escaping denial These streets of Babylon have never shaped a smile I am what I am and couldn't change my style Pay attention and ya hear Iman tape the trial ... To excel until my blood turns blue Have you ever felt the pain when slugs burn through? By any means, until my blood turns blue Have you ever felt the pain ... ? [Chorus]
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