Lyrics
These mean streets, will grab a hold of ya feet,
keep you on the block, serving up to these fiends,
Young cats chase big city, big paper dreams,
learned at a young age, life ain't as it seems,
Aspirations only get you as far as you let em,
I aspired to be an astronaunt, but I'm still on this planet,
I'm not mad man, no joke, I'm just fed up,
always tryin go for better, but still stuck broke,
Shit was always hard, I wasn't praised as a kid,
I did fucked up shit, and put my parents thru it,
all in all, I wouldn't change shit,
except for maybe trying to be a bit less of a dick,
I was a fucked up git, in and out of the tent,
locked up for 9 months, spent some holidays pissed,
You learn from you mistakes, hope you don't make em agian,
Tryin to keep my head up, and not dwell where it began,
I know a cat, whose done some shit he's not real proud of,
made a few mistakes, there was no other way around them,
I think if God is listening man, then he hears you,
and shit will only get better, so keep ya head up dude,
Washin blood from your hands, is not the way to be a man,
but I definately understand, the cards you were dealt with man,
The fiends run the streets, when everyone else is asleep,
Rumagin thru garbage for food to eat, and shoes for their feet,
Now I'm makin steady profit, gettin stacks, takin cash,
riding dirty, dual pistols, with my stash in the dash,
The cops I know they watchin, bustas I know they plottin,
hataz I know they hatin, so I keep berettas sprayin,
Keep the gat on fire, never get caught off guard,
always look in the back seat, when I get in the car,
Heres some shit you could put on the back of a card,
Life ain't predestined dawg, a man can change his stars
I even got caught on 4/20, ain't that some shit,
just rolled up the blunts, didn't even spark shit,
heard a knock on the door, then the door bell ring,
my homie said he was gonna check, but he fled the scene,
he even left his wallet and his girlfriend with me,
jumped the fence and got hit with a nightstick in his knee,
sat us all down in cuffs, didn't even see the drugs,
said someone was robbin the house, and they thought it was us,
went in the patio, and the first thing they see,
is a mound of sticks and seeds, and 4 blunts of kripy
Here I am thinking my life is cool, care-free
now the fuzz is askin for names, where I got my weed,
My parents had to come pick me up from the station,
just turned 16 and now I'm on fuckin probation,
I remember gettin home, feelin shitty, mad depressed,
sittin on my dad's bed, and puttin the 10 mil to my head,
