As a young black male quickly recognized that I was trapped in a souja's story
destine to go out in a blaze of fiery glory,
But before I did something wicked my uncle gave me some words of wisdom,
"if my homies call be careful of crooked as brothers and sisters
claiming brenda's got your baby trying to trick you so she can be a part time mutha;"
Neva had anything to live for but I dang sure have something to die for,
so when I speak my last words I'm going to holla so they hear me;
So to avoid signing my death certificate
I first had to be removed from amerikkka's most wanted,
because they labeled me a predator itching to stick their lethal injection
into my physical section because I protect my people by any means necessary
and I will kill at will;
However I'm not ready to die because when it comes to life after death
ain't no telling whats next, they say everytime someone is born
somebodies gotta die and where I'm from your nobody til somebody kills you;
But this is just the warning before I kick in the door blazing my 4.4
while you are listening to party and Bull.S***
Notorious thugs are robbing the club;
Because it's these suicidal thoughts that keep me from going crazy
on bent knees praying God gives me one more chance;
However on my block you've never seen a man cry til you've seen a man die,
now you feel me because when the people that serve and protect see me
they pull their guns, aim and shoot to kill me;
it seems they all are crooked officers with a premeditated exit plan,
but thank God for mary jane cause she's the girl you know she lets me do what I do
with my homies and thugs;
Running the streets with no problems living the street life,
dope man pushing even though my minds playing tricks on me;
my Momma died giving birth to me
so I'm a born killer, that's on one;
That's when I realized you only get a minute to pray and a second to die;
When I'm gone I pray they shed no tears because my diary is deeply rooted;
Now even though I'm bread from the streets my edutainment is hip hop knowledge
with a sneak attack from my mortal thoughts about our health, wealth, self;
but wannabemceez neva know thy self so they roll with mad crew
so sleep they can't wake up
stuck trying to acquire street cred out for fame
without building ya skillz and they never learned that knowledge reigns supreme
and that's why they always hear the sound of the police…
So I take the train in search of ways to get paid in full
freestyling on the L (train) folks showed me love
that's when it hit me, I love to move the crowd so I checked my melody
called Eric B. the president because I know he's got soul;
He came through because he knows I ain't no joke;
So I ventured to my next episode praying I don't fold and drop it like it's hot;
Now I'm chilling with my vatos, drinking gin and juice, fools roll by busting,
letting cannons loose;
So when I uped the dreco I had to run and lay low
cause murder was the case that they gave me;
They took me to court, the judge and the prosecutor tried to lock me up
but when the jury saved me
all I said was ain't nothing but a G thang baby!!!