Somewhere in my life
I got lost in the streets,
and I soon found myself
carrying heat.Selling dope
became the life money came
fast,and that is the reason I
found myself skipping class.Now
I am here just one grade behind
and now I wonder what the heck
was on my mind.
Now I struggle just to get by, because I put aside my future
for a temporary high.That is not
the life and now I see, I've seen
guns I've seen drugs and death in
threes.So if that is the life that you want to live then use my heart that
is all I can give.
