They got a nigga, Sheddin tears, reminiscin on my past fears, Cause shit was hectic for me last year, It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath, The underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed, And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary, for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery, Shit is scary, the black on black crime legendary, But at times when nessecary, I'm gettin worried, Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic, And certain death for us ghetto bastards, What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire, Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die, But don't cry through your despair, I wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggaz on welfare, And who cares if we survive, The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin on a four-five, My neighborhood ain't the same, Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game, And I swear it's like a trap, But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back, Hoes show me love , niggaz give me props, Forever hot cause it don't stop... on my block, Livin life is but a dream, Hard times is all we see , Every block is kinda mean, But on our block we still play, Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, There never fails to be gunshots, Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops, Black male slippin in hail when will we prevail, Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well, And the system's sucidal with this Thug's Life, Stayin strapped forever trapped in this drug life, God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job, So I resort to violent robberies cuz my life is hard, Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt, Put in work and shed tears fer all my dead peers, Mislead from childhood where I went astray, Till this day I still pray for a better way, Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke, From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark, Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent, Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went, In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own, I close my eyes and picture home... on my block, Livin life is but a dream, Hard times is all we see , Every block is kinda mean, But on our block we still play, And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die, Caught strays from AK's and the driveby, Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide, Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside, Cause our block is filled with danger, Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers, Time changes us to stone them crack pipes, All up and down the block exterminatin black life, But I can't blame the dealers, Livin life is but a dream, Hard times is all we see , Every block is kinda mean, But on our block we still play,