[Chuckie: talking]
Alotta people like to say things, you know,
Judge you and *,
They don't know you aye man,
You don't know what its like to,
Put yourselves in his shoes, Yeh

[Verse 1:]
Yo, now just listen to my words and please understand,
I was raised as a thug so I can't be a man,
I'm labelled as the low-west, scum of the earth and,
It's law how was cursed the day I see birth,
And I'm finding it hard when I try to fit in,
I live life as a thug so where do I begin?
It's off and I'm disapproved straight in the face,
And I wondered sometimes what I'm doing in this place,
I know, life ain't easy but I can't get a break,
I've lived through it all, do I got what it takes?
I've experienced drugs, I've experienced violence,
Passed the beyond, I've cried tears in the silence
Watched my mother cry as I bring her home struggles,
Everyday of life is the same *ing rubble,
Losing bits of me, every second life passed,
And I'm always here sitting alone
And I ask

[Chorus:]
What's life when my world come crashing on down?
What's life when I'm still here pumping around?
What's life when my dreams is too high to reach
What's life when I don't understand with the tears?
What's life when I can't have no one to hold
What's life when your days just passing by slow?
What's life when I can't see the drop at night?
What's life when I keep on asking what's life?

[Verse 2:]
I'm a ghetto thug son,
I gotcha nearly queerly,
And it seems so wet when the gangsters get teary,
Lots of people think I'll live as happy as can be,
I wish I really could pass the things that I see,
The things that I've done,