Aight look,
Them so called *Gangstas* from the *Suburbs* aint eva felt my strife, They couldn't eva live it, breathe it, or handle my life.

Growin up not knowin what was right or wrong, house parties, and stayin up all night. I gotta get this shit off my chest spittin on *The Open Mic*

They call me WhiteNigga in da hood, but once Im out I aint goin back, becuz life in the hood wit gunshots is whack.

People tellin me to stay in school, and not drop out, I only gotta worry bout not gettin kicked out.

At home it's all the same, mom and dad fight, lil brothers play.
I gotta get out of my life, and outta this world, I felt the brick hit me when I lost my *Favorite Girl*

It's like IM trapped, and theres no way to escape,
Lives full of .Murder,Hate, and Rape

I dont need money or shit to *Satisfy my needs*
I need a good mother that will wrap my knee when it bleeds.
I wont eva let *Greed* ova come my body, Feelin like pac holdin
*The 12 GuAgE Shotty*.

It's like the bullet of life has finally struck me, stayin away from
*AIDS* got ho's tryin to fuck me.

It's alright I will end it, it's ova, I cant take it no mo, Blood runnin from my mouth as I lay on the floor.

(Im full of crazy rage up in heaven, Earth was hell, Im finally in peace, ring the church bells!)