What's the deal it's 1995
 and a nigga wanna live the type of life that people dream
 I want things  a crib  a car  while living the life of a king
 I know I take for granted at times for what I got
 still hustlin' and bustlin'
 and now and then I stand a pop or two to come up
 a steady battle through the days
 Mamma think I'm wrong because I wanna get paid
 the system aint given T-mo a chance
 22 on the loose and black
 trying to get the noose a little slack around my neck
 they making it hard for a brother to cope
 it's still illegal to smoke cess cause they can't tax
 I'm ready to go up shit until they give my freedom back.

 Service to what, who
 Damn, you got caught sought away out
 The trait is getting full, calling up your pull
 but pull aint got it.
 I fell cold inside like
 A man sleeping on pavement
 Under the bridge of I-20 west
 And stress on the face of the man
 Cussing out the atmosphere with nobody close enough to hear
 And who dat miss they fee
 Cuz all they personal shit
 Is sitting on the front lawn of Apple Tree
 And for those who aint got take
 Before the owner shows back up with the U-haul
 Police you call
 But wasn't no marshall there to watch your stuff
 See I stand tall to this world
 Like a kid walking rapping his rhymes to himself
 A book on a shelf of many
 MC's seen them come and go
 Style free with Cool Breeze
 Til it's thick like dat fog
 Stacking away my extra for a engine for tha hog
 Dropping a point from the East
 >From a location out tha trees
 360 degrees.

 Born into these crooked ways
 I never even ask to come so now
 I'm living in the days
 I struggle and fight to stay alive
 Hoping that one day I'd earn the chance to die
 Pallbearer to this one, pallbearer to that one
 Can't seem to get a grip 'cause, my palms is sweatin' ...

 Niggas aint getting no where fast but, closer to the hearse
 Why sunbeam burst off baskets nearly blinding me
 Almost dropped ma end of the casket
 Woodgrain and the only thang on my brain
 is where this coward hang
 (SWATS) South West Atlanta Fountain Lane
 Forgot the batch niggah got thirty years
 Lord forgive me and my foes I know
 Revenge is best served when cold by those
 Who feel no guilt
 God don't care whether you got a spade or not
 Aint no turning in your playing hand you was dealt
 Better tighten up your belt man, always go with
 The first instinct because, I don't make the rules
 Oooh, you know how it is in these streets
 Victims rarely get a chance to think twice

 As he laid in the final resting place
 He had such a peaceful expression in his face
 My visions blurry from crying
 But it aint hard to see that
 At any time it coulda been me
 It's about 90 degrees outside
 But yet it felt like i'm froze
 The ceremonies come to a close
 I toss a rose but just can't seem to walk away yet
 Damn I done fucked around and got upset
 But it aint nothing we can do
 It's bigger than me and you
 One day our time coming too
 So aint no use in being sad
 Leaving here was probably the best gift he ever had
 We should be glad
 Maybe his life was something
 That he had to give to show me
 That I need to be responsible about how I live
 I won't complain about my pain
 But I just aint gone let my niggas die in vain
 So Bean I'm gone make it for you
 The cycle that these young black men keep goin through
 I'm gone break it for you
 And start takin care of me
 And me consist of all my friends and my family
 From now on, until I'm gone.

 Born into these crooked ways
 I never even ask to come so now
 I'm living in the days
 I struggle and fight to stay alive
 Hoping that one day I'd earn the chance to die
 Pallbearer to this one, pallbearer to that one
 Can't seem to get a grip 'cause, my palms is sweatin'