Smooth it out
 This is a story about the drifter
 Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
 Who never planned on havin' so dick
 Why me  huh?

 [Chorus]
 Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
 Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
 Everything's gonna be alright now (alright)
 Everything's gonna be alright (alright)

 [Verse 1]
 Some get a little and some get none
 Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
 I was one who never had and always mad
 Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag
 Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up
 Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups
 I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
 My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out
 I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit?
 They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent
 I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough
 I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut
 I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed
 I got upset, I got a tech in the banana clip
 Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead
 I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did
 Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none
 Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one
 Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one
 And always wanted to live like just a fat one

 [Chorus]

 [Verse 2]
 A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
 Livin' in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them
 Why do I have to be like this? momma said I'm priceless
 So I am all worthless, starved, and it's just for being a nice kid
 Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though
 Last stop to hell, I would've ended things a while ago
 I ain't have jack but a black hat and napsack
 Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack
 Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give?
 Say somethin' positive? Well positive ain't where I lived
 I lived right around a corner from west hell
 Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell
 The sun never shone on my side of the street, see
 And only once or twice a week I would speak
 I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home
 I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome
 Some life, it you ain't wear gold your style was old
 And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold
 Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
 But hey, never gamble any game that you can't play
 I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now
 How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how
 Why me, huh?

 [Chorus]

 My third year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead
 I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
 I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at night
 Playin' hide and seek with a machetti ??? like Freddy swipe
 Some say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now
 I answer that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow?
 'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week
 Than I fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete
 I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong
 Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song?
 So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand
 All that man to man talk just hot damn
 If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet
 And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it?
 And illtown fell like I stuck-up props, got shot
 Don't worry, I hit Bob, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
 But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast
 They changin' schools, I'm the misfit that will outlast
 But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards
 That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard

 [Outro]
 If you ain't ever been to the ghetto
 Don't ever come to the ghetto
 'Cause you ain't understand the ghetto
 And stay the fuck out of the ghetto
 Why me?
 (alright