i pray, i make it out the slums, no lights, cold nights, real life is all i write. Is this is real, Maya got me aloof, But my soul is bulletproof, And my viens bleed icy, I aint really nice, But where i stay u gotta have heart, N lil street smarts, Violence is my last resort, Cuz i see it everyday, Here in north california, Where niggaz selling d and its all in front of children, At the same time chips falling my building, Yea this is the same place that im living, My stories true, A time to pray, A time to eat, A time to laugh, Now its time to blast yo ass, Krishna is the only one that gots my back, When the world attacks, I makashala then ill leave your brains in your lap, I was rised in the trap, System failed me when i tried to fly my highest, But it left me the wisest. i pray, make it out the slums, no lights, cold nights, real life is all i write. Blewing trees in my coupe, Smoke pouring, out the world 50 deep, in front n, They trynna knock yo girl man. Niggaz trynna cope, I got that pearl ox tange, You can bring it back, Mixs it up, Make it lock, For the dam streets, Before they lock you in a dark cage, Shit sounds koo but, The streets suck you dry man, Shit hard to shake, Quarter back to y and state, Smoke a loud pack, Get a strap cuz its never safe, If that wired tapped, Don't talk over em racks, Thats 6, O and a sack, How i know you aint a rat, Only one way in the jets, one way out and that is death, Nothing a child could accept, But, I stay down for the rep, Yo I'm still here, And im blessed, Im still real, And im fresh. I pray, make it out the slums, no lights, cold nights, real life is all i write