It’s one thing you must know I go by the name of gusto From the slums Where it’s cut throat Where dem niggas cut dope Where the youth Drop out of school Just to pick up the tool To stick and move They all yelling fuck hope All the pain That stained The brains Of the innocent Who can we blame How can we cope nigga 2x For years I been looking for answers Cried tears unfortunate circumstances My fear was Falling short of the standards Till that fear became my advantage I’ve arrived and opp niggas can’t stand it