say a prayer for a young fella steady on the road outrunning gun slingers 6keys in the trunk so i gotta run bling blig its my phone, now my mamas calling i need a change real fast they say he is coming oh lord tell wha I'm living for the police won't let me be buh i gotta make some money even love aint for free two shots missed missed me by a fucking inch smell of blood who they hit who that is what the fuck its my little brother snug into the car to get a ride with his big brother now tell me what i gotta do what i gotta say to our mama then it dawned on me a new day new enemy I'm a dead man any how but trust it was not a good day to die three shots caught the tires watched them tumble in the greens sitting in the lawn lil bro running around with his right hand tied in a sling then i smiled when i heard a voice it told me and i knew im a lucky nigga it is what it is shit goes south but you better not lie to yourself or anybody else i don't owe em shit they don't owe me shit thats the way it is thug life in the south street