[Sample:]

But what is there... oh for me to do?


[Hook: Crayon]

Born alone in this cold world

Now I'm a grown man

I could die or either try to do the best I can

To feed my family

But its testing my sanity

Can't waste my energy

Locked inside the penitentiary

Slowly I'm falling back

The streets got me trapped

Hoping the Lord got my back whenever I react


[Crayon:]

Foolish decisions can land you in prison for the rest of you life

That's why I decided to invest in a mic

The ghettos at night

Are filled with loud echos of fights

Two men tussle in a circle

Till one pulls out a knife

Niggaz is hype to see blood come up

Then they sneakers get fucked up

Thirsting for blood

Similar, to a pitbull in hunger

Winter or summer, niggaz locked up

Pop up on the block bagging up product

Becomes common knowledge to the young ryder

Vicious cycle keep turning

In this cypher they learning

The sex, money and murder

Their young eyes observing

Stomachs hurting, using plastic bags for curtains

Yo its colder than a muhfucka

I figure they don't love us

We brothers by hunger

All we got is each other (unh)

You got my back baby I got yours

A 38. and a 9

And we ready for war

And its on

Ready? (I'm ready)

1, 2, 3 GO


[Hook: Rock Shabazz]

Born alone in this cold world

Now I'm a grown man

I can die or either try to do the best I can

To help survive the struggle

But all I see is trouble

Tryna remain humble but even a soldier stumbles

Sometimes you find death is life and life is death

Just figure what's what before you figure out your next step


[Rock Shabazz:]

Yo!

The world's on my shoulders, my stomach and pockets is empty

More burdens and problems and troubles the whole world resents me

I'm torn and I'm hardened and falling in love with the struggle

Inside my mind it's 1929

Besides, each day bleeds onto the next

Depressed and stressed, life's a mess what's left to exercise

Sleep deprived

Up to my neck in debt I strive

My intellect'll die

Doin dumb shit to survive

Eat one meal every two, sleep once every three, days

My weary feet

Graze these crazy streets

Frustrated, irritated, feeling naked like I'm never gonna make it

Against the world tryna take it

I'm a prodigal child, traveled thousands of miles

Eatin once in a while, never grin or a smile

I been shitted on, pissed on, ripped off, did wrong

And I never begged for a dime

Man I'm ready to grind

In these Biblical times, is you killing or dyin?


[speech]


[Rock Shabazz:]

Standing by the projects

Ears and nose red, fingers stiff and socks wet

In the rain...

(Rock go home!)

Not yet. When it's on I won't condone and I won't forget

When I was born my Momma barely even broke a sweat

And now it's hard each day I barely make it through the next

I'm far from home


[Crayon:]

Far from home

All I got is footprints in the snow

Frozen tears on my face

Hands numbing from the cold

Lord knows really how I feel

Rob, steal and even kill to buy Infamil

Rather chill but my son keep crying broke

And know my patience wearing thin like a bar of soap

You know..


[Speech]