(feat. Z-Ro)
[Z-Ro]

"King of Da Ghetto," whassup 'Face, big homey



I greet the Father on my knees, with a bowed head and humbled heart

My conversation is have mercy on me please

I just wanna be happy will it come to pass

Fresh out of my mind, been 27 years and every day I've seen is sad

Even though I've tried 'til I've cried I can't even stand

Feels like I've died a thousand times but just can't make it man

Ain't nuttin different about me doin dirt

Except I've never crept up on a come up maybe that's why the hustlin hurts

I remember just like it was yesterday I'm 16

Can't find no love can't find no peace I wonder what it means

Could it be because I didn't choose the devil all the time

I became an outcast to the hood, restricted to my rhyme

Where I could not just live my life without my talent makin danger

Jealousy is now state jail from friends that turned to strangers

They hate me, I don't understand why

I swear I never seen a man cry, 'til it was my own eye



[Z-Ro]

I'm 21 and think I finally got a grip on life

And how bills pay the apartment, a step-son and a step-wife

But without a vehicle it's kinda hard to get around

If I got weed I ride for free if not my partners let me down

So now I'm livin to be one deep so much I'm hatin people

Lookin at everybody, even babies like they Satan people

Nobody understand me, everybody's trippin with me

Wonder why when I gotta ride when none of my people flippin with me

Too many haters tryin to take a player off his game

Not tryin to be ballerific, I'm just tryin to have some thangs

They're just like crabs in a bucket, these people pull me down

If I didn't have so many obstacles think where I could be now

On MTV or BET or in some magazine

Instead I'm stressin, hooked on codeine, headed to tragedy

Sometimes I think it's better just to die

Because I never seen a man cry, 'til it was my own eye



[Z-Ro]

(What's happenin now)

In the year two thousand (six) ain't nothin changed for Ro

12 albums strong, lookin for dough and yet I'm still po'

Now I done had and I done lost and I done had again

On the verge of suicide, I deeply wish I had a friend

But even still a good samaritan is Z-Ro's way

And with that Christian attitude I caught a homeboy case

I done took too many blows, a punchin bag is how I feel

The deep depression starts to set, sanity's outta here

I start my mission tryin to find my fate

CDC #4 in name I'm feelin oh-so-helpless in this place

I want revenge it's heavy on my mind but ain't central

Say don't fight evil with evil, try to relax and do yo' time

I heard a voice say there wasn't no need in actin up

Realized I wasn't at peace with God and had to patch it up

Hopin that blessings fall out of the sky

Z-Ro ain't never seen a man cry until it was his own eye