Intro

Eightball

*Talking In The Background*



Uh



The streets of my city be gritty



Young niggaz pack plenty and ain't never show no pity



Many die on streets of concrete blasted from the heat



From under the seat niggaz just tryin' to make ends meat



Trying to eat day to day livin' with no religion



Luxury cars and this money got my full attention



School teachers and the preachers don't know what to teach us



They don't get a second look without them ghetto features



Created so the non pigmentated rated



Pornographic caught they children learn the words and say it



Save the monsters, but don't nobody know the lord



Status depends on the baddest shit you can afford



And look at me I'm in the middle of the confusion



Crime in my blood and I need a transfusion



Take it how you wanna take it



I gotta twist and break it



Make it shine to distinguish from the ones who fake it



and if it comes out raw, and uncontrollable



Money's foldable, fuck a hip-hop quoteable



Nobody felt what I was feeling when I wrote this shit



Broke this shit, but that ain't new so I can cope with this



Hope it get better for those who don't get a chance



To advance, and dig the shit I be saying



You know what might make what I say a little clearer



If mothafuckers judge the one they see in the mirror



*Talking till the End*