I lived in darkness for years, and barely can see throu the smoke/
At the end of my rope from sellin' that dope. Been makin' them dum-dums out of soap/
And I hope to be a better man. Never did I understand what I had/
My attitude mad, young and bad/
Nike, Levis; still sportin' the sag/
Walkin' the streets, lightweight thinkin', plottin', worryin' my Mama to death/
Wanna go home, but somethin' won't let me cuz I know she got problems on her chest/
It's a struggle, a puzzle; the pieces so scattered, we find 'em/
Take your time and put it together. Nigga, quit walkin' around like you're blinded/
Put your mind on your money, kid, don't worry about what you got/
Open your eyes, and peep the plot/
Say your prayers, achieve a lot/
Nigga, don't stop till you drop somewhere in a box, locked and buried/
Other than that, my nigga, just smile and don't worry/