I never had much, ran with a bad bunch Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch And all through Junior High, we was just gettin by And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives I never did cry, and even though I had pain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start They couldn't tell me nothin, they all tried to help to help me The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy I travelled places, caught cases, what a ill year I felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here Never did like the police, let the whole world know Now I gets no peace, cause they chasin me down And facin me now, what do I do? These thangs that a Thug goes through And still I rise so keep ya head up, and make ya mind strong It's a struggle every day but you gotta hold on