Bridgeport Story

Guess i was struck by the luck of the draw
real life preservation's what I'm musclin for

my home is Bridgeport, the definition of raw
i was born in Park City on a cement floor

we had nothing at all, i had to knuckle and brawl
they swore I'd fall or be another brick in the wall

another life full of love that's lost, but that's silly
come on really, you know you not stoppin the boy

with the pen, i'm like Willie on top of the Hall
pure hell is what the city's most popular for

hear the tunes, they'll ease you smooth as Yellow Eagle
soundtracks to keep your head boppin at all

but it's somethin in the water though where i come from
my brother sling it on the corner yo where i come from

makin somethin out of nothin because everybody's 50 Cent away
from a quarter to where i come from

yo the streets aint timid, but i feel at home in it
gotta see a couple people i aint got at in a minute

yea you can take a brother outta Park City
can't take it out him really, i forever represent

home sweet home the part of town where shots get sprayed around
the life expectancy rate be 28 around downtown

battleground, cops parade around
and have your whole view on life beyond jaded

how is everybody sick of breakin down tryin to make it out
hand over fist the only way to get that paper down

people sick of gettin pushed around are gettin gangsta now
discipline's the only way to bring some type of change about

chain-cigarette smokeheads with bad nerves
and old men in barbershops usin bad words

whoever's in the dark that's unseen and heard let's emerge
i don't care if you this, that or the third

to my streetsweepers, hotel housekeepers
to my people spillin this out of jailhouse speakers

some people'd rather lose their life than lose freedom
me myself i'd rather lose the fight, than get beaten

(just some thoughts for the weakened)