Wassup...let me drop a lil somethin
Freestyles in tha dome, 2 much 2 think about at home
From tha mind of a rebel, problems don't leave my peeps alone
Tick Tock goes the clock, but short hand means years
540 degrees. Tramatized for fuckin' 18 years
My homies live: do or die, spendin' time gettin' high
Writin' rhymes was a past time, I ain't gonna lie
I cursed everybody, plottin' stompin' out my principle
Givin' fools a reason to believe we all criminals
I didn't give a damn, I had no hope. Look were I lived
Never stole from my mama, she ain't had a dollar to spend
Ruthless was my label, not knowin' if God was a fable
I tried not being like my daddy, but a nigga wasn't able
I smoked blunts time to time, like him, I wrote my lyrics
I jotted on my papers but nobody wanted to hear it
I by then kept to myself cuz I was a true outcast
Realized my pain and sufferin' inside was rooted in my past
Started listenin' 2 Pac and oldschool as my soul remedy
The world did me so wrong and so I called it my enemy
An angry souljah was my label, but soon that had to change
I met Kirk Brown, tha first man to spit my black azz some game
Thru a program 4 youth, I saw a troubled generation
On tha real, if I never joined, I'd be headin' for devastation
A silent assassin now becomin' a silent souljah
I now want to be tha brotha that is gonna be that shoulder
To cry on, I always had this heart but I neva knew it
So much pain in my life, tha devil wouldn't let me use it
So fuck him, I bucked him a bullet to his forehead
I will always stay true, homie don't act like you don't know it
KNOW it. I livin' 4 you. I'd die for these distressed kids
Even if I gotta do a triple life time bid, its already did
I gotta be the one to complete this mission
4 this, I can't believe this was the reason for my friends dissin'
But I got a dream to give tha strugglin' a happy home
So if I gotta, I'ma do this hard task all on own
4 real...No jokes... (heavy sigh)
Peace...
Freestyles in tha dome, 2 much 2 think about at home
From tha mind of a rebel, problems don't leave my peeps alone
Tick Tock goes the clock, but short hand means years
540 degrees. Tramatized for fuckin' 18 years
My homies live: do or die, spendin' time gettin' high
Writin' rhymes was a past time, I ain't gonna lie
I cursed everybody, plottin' stompin' out my principle
Givin' fools a reason to believe we all criminals
I didn't give a damn, I had no hope. Look were I lived
Never stole from my mama, she ain't had a dollar to spend
Ruthless was my label, not knowin' if God was a fable
I tried not being like my daddy, but a nigga wasn't able
I smoked blunts time to time, like him, I wrote my lyrics
I jotted on my papers but nobody wanted to hear it
I by then kept to myself cuz I was a true outcast
Realized my pain and sufferin' inside was rooted in my past
Started listenin' 2 Pac and oldschool as my soul remedy
The world did me so wrong and so I called it my enemy
An angry souljah was my label, but soon that had to change
I met Kirk Brown, tha first man to spit my black azz some game
Thru a program 4 youth, I saw a troubled generation
On tha real, if I never joined, I'd be headin' for devastation
A silent assassin now becomin' a silent souljah
I now want to be tha brotha that is gonna be that shoulder
To cry on, I always had this heart but I neva knew it
So much pain in my life, tha devil wouldn't let me use it
So fuck him, I bucked him a bullet to his forehead
I will always stay true, homie don't act like you don't know it
KNOW it. I livin' 4 you. I'd die for these distressed kids
Even if I gotta do a triple life time bid, its already did
I gotta be the one to complete this mission
4 this, I can't believe this was the reason for my friends dissin'
But I got a dream to give tha strugglin' a happy home
So if I gotta, I'ma do this hard task all on own
4 real...No jokes... (heavy sigh)
Peace...
