Life is a Game everybody got to play it
But when the game is over ain't nobody gonna say it
With every passing second a question in ma mind.
If the day came by
When I die, would they cry?
But I'm tired of lies.
Who's really by my side?
I survive each day but some of my friends used to get high.
Kind of funny ain't it sometimes drugs soot you. It's like
I need to escape from my mom and from ma friends even ma dreams.
Cause I lived it hard from the ghetto life.
Life is hard getting hit by badly. All alone walking on the blocks with nobody in sight
Flashback from memories from every day's fights.
I always knew life was hard but not for this long.
But everyday is harder and everything I do is wrong
And sometimes I don't even know what to do.
I watch my skin turn blue.
I got problems at home, troubles in the hall
Got violence outside and I dream to be a star.
And I thought one person could make it go away
But it seems so wrong.
What would make me go through ma day? And it makes me think
How can so much love bring so much pain?
