I should of seen it coming

Ain't no way out

I can't live it down

I'm all caught up in this game called rap



Let's see now

I began back in eighty-eight

The Osbourne days



(?)

Beat boxin'

Now I'm gettin' paid



It's more critical

The shit is gettin' life threatenin'

I can't calm my nerves

Without talkin' to Smith and Wesson



These trauma's of life

Leave me stuck in the daze

Am I the outbreed

Just because my mind state



Take on the big leagues

I'm dealin' with these headhunta's

Don't give a damn of where you come from

Or where you goin', sucka



So I'll work the grave shift

To keep my head on tight

Stayin' out of sight

And dodgin' all these would-be fights



From these jealous ol' fools

Who ain't got much to live for

Take me out

They got life, without parole



And I'm dead and gone

Six feet, with nothing in hand

Just the outbreed

Back from the dead, man



No way out

Life and death

Situations occur everyday

My mind's a blur



My whole life's a bad set-up

Nothing to let up, so I'm on my way

I stop and think

Who's going to stereo type today



I roam the streets so many times

That I call it my home

I chill with thugs and hoods

Never seen alone



I gotta do what I gotta do

Fearin' no stranger

Label me danger

Packin' no thing with an empty trigger finger



Now you can label me the outbreed

My mind speaks the ghetto 'til I die

So, who's next, please



Holdin' my own

So come and try me

I can't lose

Leathal inject of rap skills infect you



This ain't no front

Never leavin' from the hood that I came

It's all good, icein' it up

Rackin' my brain



The master plan is gettin' paid

That's what you think

It ain't that easy

But the thought does tickle me pink



My mind's the puzzle of a time bomb

Kinda clever

Stressin' me out over nothin'

Come on, let's put it together



Detroit is the city

Where my roots will always bleed

Keepin' my distance from you sucka's

Call me the outbreed



No way out

Life and death

Situations occur everyday

My mind's a blur



Somebody spark up the incense

My nerves are shot

From dealin' with these attitudes

Everyday is hard to live

So tell me what I'm suppose to do



Survivin' the game

It's simple and plain

I grew up on the darkside

The eastside of D-town

Portrait of the high time



Where crime is a common

Everyday factor

Smoke from the barrel

Like a nuclear reactor



You gotta go with the flow

Or you'll drown in the way

That's all my pops

Bed of roses on his early grave



Can you save

The intercity used from destruction

The violence and crime rate

It just an introduction



Future's dim for the outbreed

It sees no color, no fate

It's invisible as the air we breathe



You think you're innocent

Your ways are untouched

Born with mortal sin

And you think that that's enough



Trying to find the key to your heart

To unleash the love and trust

And make us start



At the good life

But is there something good in life

Problems of the world

Fingerin' my mind at night



Wrong or right

I give and take whatever I need

Nothing to lose

I guess I'm just the outbreed



No way out

Life and death

Situations occur everyday

My mind's a blur