the crack of the slums pavment i stay standin on where the bums pray opon //
for days and hours i stayed on this court think of lyrics of songs/
trying to make it isnt a 99.9 perctnet change //
but if a nigga want is theres a 99.9.9 that im pull it out and we gonna dance//
23 tateed on myhead homies 23 was th cell i held my blood in//
im a blood in c town wit jail time on my chest again //
ight after night i held my head low and said noting//
faggits fucking and races shit being a pace of shit mexicans bucking//
i recall teh visions in my head of when the night begone //
i shot back after being atteacked put his mouth on the side walk and made him lose his touge//
what i wouldnt give to change the past cuss every night i got to watch my back //
along with my familiy i would go crazy if they got clapped//
so i found my self her on the court with my dreams in my hands//
well i stand still think where im at and relize im a man //
witrh true coloers shine throw to analixy the world in a booth //
becaasu when i say i love the game i say uit with pashion i say it with truth