It's hard on the streets no money, no car, blisters on my feet//
Unable to make my keep so I sleep uncomfortably//
On the couches and floors of people I meet//
Runnin' money and drugs//
Delving to the deepest realms of the thugs//
But I'm shown no love//
Can't show any emotion upon my mug//
So I just shrug, and keep goin' on//
Ain't no one gonna miss me when i'm gone//
It's just the same ol' song//
Pain and misery is the only companion of mine//
So on my waist, i'm forced to keep my nine//
Ready at the drop of a hat//
To perform a number on any coniving rat//
But to myself I stay honest and true//
Cause lord only knows the troubles i've gone through//
If it's true nice guys finish last//
Then consider me an enemy of the pack//
Cause I'll never be finished//
By the time they all diminish//
I'll be re-born and replenished//
For these are my true feeling //
About my times and my dealings//
Call it a poem or call it a flow//
Just remember these are the life and times of a pro//