As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life
And realize there's nuthin left
'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long that,
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
He'd be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You betta watch how ya talking
And where ya walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk

I really hate to trip but I gotta lope
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda g that little homie's wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Saying prayers in the street light

They got the situation, they got me facing

I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes
So I gotta be down with the 'hood team
Too much television watching, got me chasing dreams
I'm an educated fool with money on my mind
Got my tin in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loced out gangsta, set trippin banger
And my homies is down so am arouse my anger, fool
death ain't nothing but a heart beat away
I'm living life do or die, what can I say?
I'm twenty-three now, but will I live to see twenty-four?
The way things is going I don't know.

Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking

What's going on in the kitchen?
But I don't know what's cooking.
They say I gotta learn
But nobody's here to teach me
If they can't understand , how can they reach me?
I guess they can't
I guess they won't, I guess they front
That's why I know my life is out of luck, fool!

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