TRUE STORY


We started at the bottom, in the projects, of the housing..
Where you put in, couple hours…you could work it to a thousand
It was late night shifts, that work…til early mornings…r
Ran a tight-knit ship…but we couldn’t see the warnings
That with money, came greed…everybody change they story
Now theres no trust, in each other…whats the definition: loyalty
…brothers turn backs, over turnt stacks
And I watched brother earn life, trying to earn racks
Late night dice game, sold out crack….
We all ate good, from the same plate, fact.
Til we wanted bigger portions, and we’d fight each other for it…
There was plenty of it, for us…but the greed for more, tore us…
Man, it shook me to the core…causing shivers til im sore.
But I cant afford, poor…so I had to stay on course…
So I switched my grind, sixty times…up and down, like 69
Maximize my profit size, an independent business guy


God bless the child, that can hold his own…
And to me, god was that father, who was never home…
I mean, home life, terrible…school was unbearable…
My mama even signed me, to some sessions…with a therapist
psychiatrist, done said..i need a father figure…
So then, I turned to the streets…and that’s the problem with it…
I learned from older dudes, to bust them tools, and play catch…
Of course, im talking about guns, drugs…and sex
I was left here, with no guidance…im just tryn, to stay alive…
Survival of the fittest…im just tryn find a ride…
Cause I am outta breath with one more step…im going til there’s nothing left…
I hustle hard…like I sell Viagra…at your doorstep
Late night, locked out…sleeping on a park bench
Out here chasin paper, cause paper, makes the most cents.
At home, I used to dream…but my dreams now, far-fetched
Im pour my heart out…to something, so heartless…


Another little story, bout some kids…from the ghetto
Building on they blocks…non stop like legos
Police come around, and twist our arm…like pretzels
They thinking that, we'll leave…but nigga, we aint letting go
The block is all we got…man, this dirty place…we call it home…
A couple of the homies…got a couple cases…pending doe…
Most of em is locked down…and prolly never coming back…
Too many come and go…to track, like an almanac
And honest, jack….
It keeps me up, like an insomniac
We keep on losing time…its like the clock, keeps counting back…
We losing time, losing lives…and get so high…we lose our minds
Up all night…selling white…tryna buy a better life
But if I don't…they'll kill me slow…bury me so no one knows…
Ashes ash…but that's my past…coming back to bite my ass
Life's exact…take it, what you want it as…
Im standing back…and saving cash…to build up, what I never had