first verse dedicated to my home boy Fonz and the second about my mom
Lyrics
1st verse
Eyo whats poppin straight out of lock up you quick to stop in you got stocky man its shockin now the cops watch us but we still jockin we can stop this my pockets is gettin thin too so i dont knock shit tryin make some diamonds out the coal in our stockins we all imprisoned cause well locked on the profit its time to clock in get a job jus gettin by dont pay the rent does it help to pray to god i understand that you gotta survive so ill cop a ten hop in and well all get high the justice systems rotten got us all pickin cotton its not the colors its the politicians plottin now all this gossip make me wanna drop clips at these snitches hope every one misses except one between my own eye sockets this isnt human nature its a process how families go from golden lockets to wooden boxes i remember dodgin the neighborhood watches for stealin bikes out garages now summer days wit the crew turned into mirrages the difference between knowledge and scholars is college when will we stop wit the nonsense powder that turns to rock to dollars turns empty wallets to mail from cold cots from 2 strikes to 25 to life i hope not
2nd verse
now this pain could be a lot of things
like problems wit the bada bing
diamonds that the product brings
i could have been a lot of things
sorry if i upset when i krept through late night
for wads of cream and woke up my baby nephew
i cant wait till the day hes talkin but hes got autism
so now we can only walk with him
youre fightin for their custody
cause their mothers been shootin shit up
i got to be nuts to be puffin trees
i gotta piss in this cup it makes me sick to my gut
what the fuck if i fail
DYFS is pickin them up
god bless your soul for the small things
and cleanin the dishes grantin a little boys wishes
dealin wit men who show no love in their kisses
for your kids now youre raisin your kids kids
the biggest reason you lived was the see them get big
you heard your first borns beat stop god gave him back
i knew i had to thank him as soon as the beat dropped
when the undertaker gets his job
ill send a message to god give me a nod if my mama knows ill survive
its a shame we wonder how were goin to die
cause how were livin is crime and drug driven
its hard to be a broke male so easy to make coke sales
to little white girls for parties at hotels
i promise i wont fail no powders and no pills
if i hit rock bottom thats where ill rebuild
