Street dreams from a jewelz gleam....
greed make the tools sing/hollows stop ya blood Stream~
its a thug thing/get that money play the drug game/
flow release pain but im still faced with cop chains/
not fame/or the gunz untamed/9-5 trained/or a bitch on the train~
give me brain/its still the same/no escape/when the judge reign/

just another~~crazy life~~ of a hood youngster/
you could catch a bullet or get chopped up in a dumpster/
pleny times I seen some faces look like eddie munster/
tryna rise above till the suns up/Gunzzz up

My life aint neva been peaches...all i see is bodies on beachs/
corpes and leeches....delete this/murder filled thread/
watch where u tread/cuz when the clip fed/it leave u stiff dead/
to get ahead its like my only option/cuz im optin for peace/
while this life got me watchin....over my shoulder/and 50 said it best u get colder and older/made soulja/born to rise/open my eyes/when the tech fry/niggas like french fries/no suprise/ nah no more/no more

Holla at me!!!