Street Talk:
Verse One:
It's six in the morning, gotta get ready for school
Warning, gotta watch out for all those fools
Two shoes on, belt strapped, got my back pack
Mom passed out on the couch again, with a new friend
Get on the bus, put the mean face on stupid, gotta look
Tough, scowl like the batman, naa you a bad man
Tuck the weed under the center piece make sure
It ain't smelling loud, it ain't leaking out
You gotta sell to feed em now, your little sibs
For them you commit many acts of biblical sins
Man, I'm so sick of this shit, all this monotony, makes me
Feel like I'm in a loop on monopoly, go to jail, go to jail, rent to pay
Go to jail. Go to jail. Rent to pay
Hook:
There once was a little boy blew who grew up in the ghetto and died a little too soon
Poverty, anguish, and pain, would push him a long way a bullet would blow his brains. (2x)
Verse Two:
Mom go getta job, child support no longer okay, okay?
Fuck, the bitch hit my face, shit stings, hit me with her rings
She's cursing and screaming drunk rambles
Baby sisters crying in shambles, little brothers mad
How the fuck you gonna do that in front of them?
At least show you loving them, thank god lil sis missed this
Meet up with the boys, main homie showing you toys
A four five, ain't talking bout change for a twenty
We talking now, sick of being broke, sick of being kids
Boutta be men, me, and 3 of them, rob a clerk
Shit Bishop did it, ain't it work? We all forgot
I heard a fire of shot, me and two brothers escaped
Where was the other? It was too late
Hook:
There once was a little boy blew who grew up in the ghetto and died a little too soon
Poverty, anguish, and pain, would push him a long way a bullet would blow his brains. (2x)
Verse Three:
It's been weeks, or months, lost my mind behind this blunt
Main homie got his wig split, one in the dome
Ain't no coming home, now I don't really know where to go
Hustled too hard stepped on many toes
Looking over my back, what's that, who's there?
Walk around strapped like it's stitched to my side
Who's that? The dude in the blue, and black?
Dial the phone..hey little sis wish this was the one you picke up
Understand I really do love, you, and the other three too
I'm so proud of you, soon as you can get outta here too
But, I don't think you'll see me home tonight, I'm sorry I am
But I've been a bad man, and done things, please don't let my song
Go--pow-pow-pow
Hook:
There once was a little boy blew who grew up in the ghetto and died a little too soon
Poverty, anguish, and pain, would push him a long way a bullet would blow his brains. (2x)
