this shit is dedacated to everyone in the P's//
where the only way to eat is ta rob or bubble up keys//
you gotta enter wit ya head up when u enter the slum//
cus if you don't cat's don't hesitate to put ya name on they gun//
when u watch tv u gotta sit on the floor//
to prevent bein a casualty from the outside war//
there's only one way out through school or thru death//
do ya home work or bust ya gun to put props in ya rep//
we all tryin to make change off of this dirt//
it's not rare when cats get popped fa sellin in opposite turf//
and these little girls rapidly havin littles girls//
they little world is paused cus they opened they thighs//
makin it worse fa they moms now they sleepin out side//
why we all gotta get brought up like this//
why good ones get caught in the fire and they life is ended so quick//
and the pigs don't want to give us a break//
always knockin us fa puttin food on our plates like they badge is at steak//
cus studyin fa test wont feed you and ya peeps//
only way the rents paid is when you get paid in the streets//
and ya moms found out she can't get the lease//
the only entertainment you got is ya dreams when you sleep//
and white folks don't want to hire you//
cus you were baggy jeans and timbs and the last 9 to 5 fired you//
but it's all good i got mad love fa the slum//
i wish Beverlry Hills jocks could trade they place wit the slum//
then they'd find out what it's like not havin a dad//
and the only way to eat is when you slingin up crack//
cus balogna slices alone don't fill ya gut//
if you make it out this jungle u make it from luck//
and we all hungry my belly's all in a brunch//
and the 3-year-old kids eat they boogers fa lunch//
if a suicidal white boy could have a day in this life//
he'll get cured real quick and then appreciate life//
cus in the slum niggas stay up shit they neva settle//
it's a hard knock life it opens the doors in the ghetto//

1ne