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Story to tell
listen up i have a story to tell
it's enough, I'm tired of walking through hell
life's so hard I'd make a playground out of jail
all i love to do is write as if i like sending mail
This one's about me, going back to when i had loose teeth
unpredictable, who would of thought I'd get lost in loose leaf
back then i was a fool, today I'm a new leaf
not even a teen and i was getting lost beyond a school reach
didn't have much of a choice, it was required i make it
just wasn't in my plans to retire when wasted
i hated studying so i had to cheat to ace it
far from dumb in class i knew more than just the basic
i never carried books in my back pack
a victim of my environment, i was moving through the hood like a lab rat
most had both their parents at graduations, i couldn't have that
hard to be a good student when my mind was polluted
thinking of better ways to live similar to the friends i recruited
box and nitti, we became best of friends in the city
before we met our lives were shitty
no dads, we were the only boys surrounded by titties
yes we all did our share of dirt
so being together situations could get worst
aware of how we've been living since birth
i was convinced, i bet we were all cursed
see we, had no master mind behind a mission
mega popular, when we spoke they listen
in school i had power so i was never missing
late to class cause i was forever kissing
however we had the building on lock, down to the kitchen
back home where violence still exist is where i stay at
if i ever get rich let me tell you my way of pay back
i don't want the world someone else can take that
I'm going to spoil the people untill they're made brats
giving what's needed, food and shelter is what the poor lacks
it was entertainment that made the real world fall off track
no more crack, and its smoking why your lungs all black
my old lady thought I'd grow up to a lawyer or something
but how could i if i was raised in place where only drugs were pumping
living by a couple codes see, do and heard nothing
till she explained to me in life there's better ways
so i wrote this to her and this is what the letter says
I'm sorry mommy for all the pain that i gave
for all times i didn't listen when i was told to behave
all the wrong that i said when i went to bed on those hungry ass days
I'm sorry for all the drugs that i sold with intentions to get paid
born spoiled, i was use to having it made
done for the better things in life that i felt i deserved
look it at me now, and how i can put together these words
in yours eyes i put tears, in your ears you heard lies
in your heart you felt fear, now here i am to give you good cries
let them fall down your face, and enjoy the glory
cause I'm working on an ending so you can tell my story . . .
listen up i have a story to tell
it's enough, I'm tired of walking through hell
life's so hard I'd make a playground out of jail
all i love to do is write as if i like sending mail
This one's about me, going back to when i had loose teeth
unpredictable, who would of thought I'd get lost in loose leaf
back then i was a fool, today I'm a new leaf
not even a teen and i was getting lost beyond a school reach
didn't have much of a choice, it was required i make it
just wasn't in my plans to retire when wasted
i hated studying so i had to cheat to ace it
far from dumb in class i knew more than just the basic
i never carried books in my back pack
a victim of my environment, i was moving through the hood like a lab rat
most had both their parents at graduations, i couldn't have that
hard to be a good student when my mind was polluted
thinking of better ways to live similar to the friends i recruited
box and nitti, we became best of friends in the city
before we met our lives were shitty
no dads, we were the only boys surrounded by titties
yes we all did our share of dirt
so being together situations could get worst
aware of how we've been living since birth
i was convinced, i bet we were all cursed
see we, had no master mind behind a mission
mega popular, when we spoke they listen
in school i had power so i was never missing
late to class cause i was forever kissing
however we had the building on lock, down to the kitchen
back home where violence still exist is where i stay at
if i ever get rich let me tell you my way of pay back
i don't want the world someone else can take that
I'm going to spoil the people untill they're made brats
giving what's needed, food and shelter is what the poor lacks
it was entertainment that made the real world fall off track
no more crack, and its smoking why your lungs all black
my old lady thought I'd grow up to a lawyer or something
but how could i if i was raised in place where only drugs were pumping
living by a couple codes see, do and heard nothing
till she explained to me in life there's better ways
so i wrote this to her and this is what the letter says
I'm sorry mommy for all the pain that i gave
for all times i didn't listen when i was told to behave
all the wrong that i said when i went to bed on those hungry ass days
I'm sorry for all the drugs that i sold with intentions to get paid
born spoiled, i was use to having it made
done for the better things in life that i felt i deserved
look it at me now, and how i can put together these words
in yours eyes i put tears, in your ears you heard lies
in your heart you felt fear, now here i am to give you good cries
let them fall down your face, and enjoy the glory
cause I'm working on an ending so you can tell my story . . .
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