strait out these cold hearted streets
so use to pistol packing the heats
years spent as a teenager trying to stay on my feet
slanging sacks by the 16th's so my family could eat
these no remorse filled citys,that show my pity
to a young mexican trying to make his fittys
out of his last dime,so i go out on tha block 1 more time
if you go to da south of LA you could find
adelecents trying to stay on there grind
with a coke and murder filled mind
and its all sad
that bullets is flying threw this war zone like bagdad
threw all this chaos i dont know what to say
except watch out for the strays
kids dieing in these lucifer filled days
from imperial to m.l.k
we aint all here to stay
so at nite as the ruckus and bullets explode i pray
that i dont have to wake up to a nightmare
where people shoot in daylight with out care
walk in my shoes to you all i dare
to find a younging that worrys for his enimies life is rare
so in my statement, muda f**k this life cuz it aint fair!
one of my old raps that i had found in my dresser it's not all of it but there was too much for me to type....probaly a year old or so.