You know a lot of people like to judge you and s.h.i.t. but don't know you. They don't know how it's life till they put themselves in your shoes. You know?
Yo, Now just listen to my words and
please understand, I was raised as a thug so I
can't be there. I'm labeled as the lowest
scum on the earth and it's that I've been
and cursed the day I've seen birth and I'm
finding it hard when I try to fit in. I live
life as a thug so where do I begin?
It's soft disapprove straight in the
face. Wondering sometime what I'm doing
in this place? I now life isn't easy but I
can't get a break. I've live through it all.
I've got what it takes. I've experienced love,
I've experienced violence, past the beyond.
I've cryed tears in silence. Watch my
mother cry as I bring her home troubles.
Everyday is the same d.a.m.n. troubles, Losing
bits of me. Every day life passes and I'm
always sitting here ans asking:
What's life when my world comes crashing on down?
What's life when I'm still here pimping around?
What's life when my dreams are too hard to reach?
What's life when I can't drop the knife?
What's life when I can't even drop and cry?
What's life when when I don't understand what they teach?
What's life when I keep on asking What's life?
I'm a really bad thug I thought you knew
it clearly and it seems so Wack that
this gangster gets teary. Now some
people think I live as happy as can be. I
wish i could. The things that I've seen,
the things that I've done, Don't tell me
how to live unless you've been
through it too. I don't need a d.a.m.n
b.a.s.t.a.r.d to tell me what to do. You
haven't seen what I've seen, been
where I've been. I've lost the thing
to help me make a dream, haven't
got the time to know your own mother, always waiting for answers.
I'm tired of this so call life.
