Its funny how
Dudes are quick
To
Cop a whip
But baby boy still living
In his mommas crib
Swearing they the truth
cause
They
Did a bid
Talking about having big dreams
But those dreams are mediocre
You can't realize your dreams
If you're chasing that coca
See he's been american dreamin'
Thug schemin'
Until the feds came
Intervenin'
Too many times
His life
Came close to being the price he'd pay
But he can't pay bills on minimum wage
he becomes another statistic locked in a cage
so he's assed out and stuck
Forming a mentality like he don't give a fuck
He's trying to dodge reality, playing hide and seek with uncle sam.
he was a high roller, his supply was in demand
for a moment, untouchable.
he had dreams of retiring and living like Dr. Huxtable,
but his prescriptions wasn't of the same pharmesutical.
however those dreams faded,
he's angry at society and himself, feeling jaded.
because society fucked him before he reached puberty,
he's my brother and yours, he's just like you and me.
the odds are stacked against him, back to the wall.
mouths to feed, life is expensive, fast money was his call.
school was not for him, picking up a trade was out of the question,
he chose to hit the streets, politricking with his connection.
the dreams he once had were blown with the wind,
ego trippin, that quick dollar got a hold of him.
but he knows no other way to keep himself paid,
He went from having nothing, everything, prison,
to an early grave.