He was a little man
his eyes hot Brown,
very erect, red hair
and freckles
His smile crooked
His teeth yellow
He always told me to
hold my head up high
"Don't let anyone get you down
When you feel stranded look up to the
skies above and remember theres a brighter day."
Every day I walk on the brink of death
I grew up in the ghetto
I guess you could say I am ghetto
My clothes are to baggy and they have holes
all over the place. My hair is short and my body
Tattooed up.
I have "Thug Life" tattooed on my back
I am lost I have suicidal thoughts
so take a few steps back
for Lord I have sinned
I have killed
I have lied
I don't go to church but I still believe.
But please forgive me for I have sinned
For tonight might just be my last night
I have been a witness to all my hommies
suicides and homicides
He was my hommie
He was a friend
Now his body lies there
under the fragile ground
with all the others who lived this game
no one can get out of this
Cause it's not just any game
It's our life and our hood that we protect
We throw up our signs
We Rep what we Rep
Hold our heads up high and
Pray for a brighter day
All our hommies die
Protecting our hood
