It's A Struggle For Every Young Black

Give Me A Paper And Pen, So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin. A Couple Of Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.

I Can't Give Up. It's A Rap Thang. And I Ain't Goin Back To The Crack Game.

My Family Tree Consists Of Drug Dealers, Thugs, And Killers.

It's Kinda Hard To Be Optimistic, When Your Homies Lying Dead On The Pavement Twisted.

Unless We Share With Each Other We Gotta Start Makin' Changes