give deese kids a chance
growin up dey told me 2 reach for the stars now a days it all about money in foreign cars but 2 me dats not what it’s about it’s about goin to the ghetto and shout homies that are true and made kno what it’s about it’s lik you gotta give dees kids a chance gim’em a edjucation n tell 2 pull up they pants and see just how bad they have it dey life’s been thrown away n they can’t even grap it so it’s up to me n da people 2 snatch it because we changin the world one step at a time even if it’s threw a rhyme
never got to see ' em
you never think you got it hard to you see a friend go, shot up and he wasn’t prepared didn’t even know, that he would die the way he did, that he would die before even got to see his kid
gotta stay true
knowin where i come from u would think dat i wuz a no good blown of dum dum but at me im standid straight wit my head held high b4 my homied died, he said dream towards sa sky so that exactly wat ima do make my dream come true don’t judge me because you don’t know what i been threw i been in jail, i’ve been robbed i’ve had a homie shot up on the block from a punk ass holdin a glock kick his ass when we playin wit da rock i ran away one day promisin i would neva turn back but hear i am again like it was an attack once you in you can’t get out das why u gots homies dat know wat it’s about dat been threw the same shit that you been threw run in’s, dey had a couple of few but no matter what you gotta stay true
