This is the story of two different life styles Just stay outta trouble and I'll tell you way Born and raised in the hood Back then it was a way harder childhood People getting shot up People getting locked up Back then there was no such thing as justice Some people brought to their knees they were luckless some people were ruthless, people were bloodless Even some people acted like they had some toughness But deep down inside they knew that they were loveless Now here is a story of a rich kid Who had a mother and a father And they never ever experienced this Sitting in there big big room Just thinking of all the new stuff and new perfume Never been afraid because they never seen the dark They've always been home or playing at the park Kids Destinies were written when they were born Sitting in my room and all I do is mourn Now here is the rich mother and father, cousin, son walking down the streets of the ghetto look to right and hear two gunshots the sounds were Pow Pow Now there son little Johnny is dead But secretly they use to call him little red He was out on the ropes And selling all kinds of different dopes He was killin, slingin, and hurting But one day he hurt the wrong kind of person He promised to give one million Now you've heard of a one case scenario of how your life could crumble Just stay out of trouble and you'll be humble