Trying hard to speak and Fighting with my weak hand Driven to distraction So part of the plan When something is broken And you try to fix it Trying to repair it Any way you can
The time was the late 80's Every block had a stray dog with rabies Feens threw away their crack babies Arguing with my brother To see who pick the mouse up Walk by open up the oven door to heat the house up Everyday, police would swarm Coming home from school Your brains on your uniform I wish I could fly away like a unicorn I'm from the ghetto And everyday a human born So who cares if I'm stretched out on the scene Surrounded by homicide forensic team Yellow tape... (mmm) Haters glad that I'm dead Pedestrians walking by And they just shaking their heads saying... Trying hard to speak and Fighting with my weak hand Driven to distraction So part of the plan When something is broken And you try to fix it Trying to repair it Any way you can
What's hot, what's not What should, what shouldn't be Come on ya... Who to say what couldn't be Look at me... I'm nicest not the ices Sometimes I wake up and ask God Who life this is I look at these eyes I'm only in this body If you only could understand The vision that I carry White actors will be like Puff Daddy when he interned Men play with fire Men get burned To talk about this The only thing I earned I can rap talking about killing you like this Or putting a whole in your head the size of that But that would be cheating myself And I can't do that... (Man)
Trying hard to speak and Fighting with my weak hand Driven to distraction So part of the plan When something is broken And you try to fix it Trying to repair it Any way you can
Man... It all ends up on a back street In abandoned buildings Where the crack heads meet All you hear is (coughs & sniffing) And lighters flicking Busy smoking Baby dead Rat poison in the kitchen They so high Walking by thinking she sleep Don't even put her in the crib Just cover her with a sheet This is me in the building 17 with the bundles and a gun up on me And I shoot any n- run up on me And for 2 years my momma looking for me Crying running up on other kids Thinking it's me By now I aint got no heart N- I'm a gang member Suited up and ready to start
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