sometimes i feel like I'm reliving the same old fuckup shit in the ghetto streets everyday,i mean i wakeup and pour me a drink &rollup up me blunt,reach over and check &reload my gun, smack this badass bitch on her ass,that i fuck all night long,tell get on up its another day,and i got take shower &start my day off right,i got too get back up on my grind,steady hustling&steady taking penitentiary chances,out here in theses streets,all in the name of the quick come up, thats why i always keep that pole on me,cause you never know when you might have to bring that heat,just too try and stay alive out in this here game,steady fucking have too deal,with all theses crooket cops,who rather see me,lockup doing time,our dead and gone because of the color of my skin,now aint that a damn shame,how a nigga get so caughtup,and trapped out here in this deadly streets game,this deadly streets game,im steady reliving this life of mine over&over again,"man",i feel trapped,"man",i feel trapped,steady saying to myself,"man",i can't let this ghetto streets life,get the best of me,out here in my hood,im steady reliving this shit over&over again inside my mind,"man",i feel trapped,i feel trapped,out here in this fucking streets game,this fucking streets game,Chicago's six.....