| They wanna take a look at how my life is |
| But do they really wanna know how my life is? |
| So deep up in this thing it’s like a life bid |
| Feelin the pain of the world, that’s how my life is |
| Fucked up circumstances ! With no means of advancement |
| Have them slingin them things, you won’t have clean hands when |
| dirt gotta be done, you wanna live like a king should |
| Trigger like Eastwood, so now he eats good |
| Plus got goons at his command, he’s runnin shit now |
| Say the word them niggaz’ll be gunnin shit down |
| His life is like he grew up fast as hell |
| He was raised by the hood and learned to blast real well |
| Life is like pedal to the floor, pedallin the raw |
| Fuck around he’ll bring the hot metal to your door |
| Got bitches galore, ghetto superstar shit |
| If you ain’t truly gully, he ain’t the type that you would spar with |
| Goes all out in warfare, beware |
| Got enough firepower to make the whole precinct scared |
| When it’s all said and done, it’s get the money and run |
| Time ain’t really on your side when you live by the gun |
| He wanted money for college, wanted to be his own man |
| Joined the service now he’s fightin in Iraq reppin his homeland |
| Sees more destruction, than he imagined |
| Hears anything move, then he’s bound to bust his cannon |
| What’s it all about teamwork means survival |
| He’s a soldier, a long way from senior prom in high school |
| Constant thoughts of the loved ones missed |
| Caught up right up in the midst of what might be the ugliest |
| No time for hesitation, no margin for error |
| He ain’t goin to the club, no profilin in the mirror |
| He’s rollin with a squadron makin every second count |
| Other choices may have sent him on a whole different route |
| But none of that matters now, he’s ready to die for his country |
| Not a boy any more, no time to cry for his mommy |
| Just lost another comrade, in a barrage |
| Visions of home seem so close, and yet so far |
| A hard workin man all his life bought a business in the hood |
| Makin money, showin love, and still livin in the hood |
| Had a house with a fence, two blocks from the PJ’s |
| Never ever got involved, in any he say/she say |
| Mr. Community, father figure to many |
| Conservative ways and never dressin too trendy |
| Could have drove a big car instead a modest sedan |
| Likes his wife to wrap his sandwich with a lot of Saran |
| Doesn’t understand hip-hop, but keeps an open mind |
| Says if there’s somethin you wanna know then you better go and find |
| just what your life has got in store for you |
| Might be tellin you that there’s a whole lot more for you |
| Takin his weekly jog down at the public park |
| He didn’t seem to notice, four thugs in the dark |
| They mugged him and slugged him now the neighborhood mourns |
| That night in the same hospital four babies were born |