King of the ghetto,
what's up face?
I greet the father on my knees.
What about head and a humbled heart?
My conversation is have mercy on me, please.
I just want to be happy.
Will it come to pass?
Fresh out of my mind been 27 years and every day I've seen
Even though I've tried to love cried,
I can't even stand feels like I've died a thousand times.
I just can't make it man
Ain't nothing different about me doing
dirt except up never crept up on a combo.
Maybe that's why the hustler hurts
I remember just like it was just a damn
16. Okay final look ain't final piece
I wonder what it mean good to be because
I didn't choose the devil all the time
I became an outcast to the hood restricted to my rhyme
Why could not just give my life without my talent making danger?
Jealousy is now state jail for friends that turn the strangers.
They hate me.
I don't understand why
I swear I've never seen a man cry.
So it was my own
I'm 21 and think I finally got a grip on life and
I'll be was paid apartment a stepson and a stepwife
But without a vehicle,
it's kind of hard to get around if I got weed I ride for free
If not, my partners let me down.
So now I'm living to be one deep so much
I'm hating people looking at everybody even
baby like they say people nobody understand me
Everybody's tripping with me wonder why when I got a ride one of my
people slipping with me too many haters trying to take the player
Off his game not trying to be ballerific.
I'm just trying to have some thing
It's just like crabs in a bucket these people
pull me down if I didn't have so many obstacles
They were I could be now on MTV or BET or in some
magazine instead of stressing hooked on codeine
Hit it's a tragedy
Sometimes I think it's better just to die because
I never seen a man cry till it was my own I
In the year 2006 nothing changed for
row 12 album strong looking for dough,
but yet I'm still poor
Now widen head and I did lost tonight
and had again on the verge of suicide
I deeply wish I had a friend but even still a good
Samaritan is heroes way and with that Christian attitude
I'm caught a homeboy case.
I took too many blows a punching bag
It's how I feel the deep depression starts to sit sanity's out of you
I start my mission trying to find my faith CDC number for a name.
I'm feeling oh so helpless in this place
I want revenge is heavy on my mind
But a central say don't fight evil
with evil try to relax and do your time
I heard a voice and built it wasn't no need and acting up
Realized I wouldn't have peace with God and had to
patch it up hoping that blessings fall out of the sky
Zero ain't never seen the man cry until it was his own