your head up , your here up hustle hard and keep your bread up, your bread up yea its not easy where my brothers came from some call it the hood, others call it the sulms crack dealers, gold chains the hood filled up with guns its like death around the conner by the sound of the drums type of environment that got the kids growing up knumb befor they lean to say sorry- they run get a gun its a funny story without the work they want the fame and glory so tell me if you really kno the hole story its like a show of "moray" girls get drunk at the party-^ end up getting layed now a baby's made so really who is to blame remenice about anbetter place either you get locked up or shoted up now your life's a waste mama keep on praying hope your soul she saving cuz you keep receiving blessings from the load up above but you want to be a thug you want to show the block love buy your arms are to skinny to hug keep you bread