Yo as I walk~tha~streets,
rockin tha cypher while my boy drops tha b-box~fa~me,
Im noticing cats is awaiting the perfect time to atempt a rob~er.y/
But my fuckin pockets~be so empty that stopin~me is as pointless as cats we often~see murderin eachother fo ten bills just ta cop~some~weed/
But ta me it aint bout tryin ta build a monopoly,
its bout apreciatin life with the word~of~love runnin through my German~blood/
defending hip hop like the Rap~Version~of,
Gary Payton slash~urban~glove/
Is it really an everyday struggle ta make~it?,
cuz these cats runnin the street hustle play~wit more doe than I ever tasted/
liven the day by day~shit, wit a bottle of Crys getten wasted/
While i feel forced to to work the 11 ta 7 grave~shift wit my life at equal risk to them sell yea~kid/
But hey~shit whos the ones rockin platinum bracelets,
I hate it when them fuckas say~shit like you just a rich white boy tryna act brave~BITCH/
wishin they'd open there eyes and realize that ive been criticized and ive even hit~a~guy bigger figure~sized, for the simple fact that i can either live~o~die/
still tryna figure~why I drink liquer~by the fifth letten saton overpower my shoulders while got sits~an~crys,wishin~I would visualize that im liven the prison~life but only a different type..........