The bullshit, the drama , the guns, the armour The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama The projects, the drugs , the children, the thugs The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins The heartbroken mothers, it happens, too often The problems, the things, we use, to solve em Yonkers, the Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain The jerk, the fame, the work, the game The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes The studios, the shows, comes, and it goes The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly The one that gave em the slugs, the one that put em in me The snakes, the grass, too long, to see The lawnmower, sittin, right next, right next, right next
Shout Shout Let it aloud These are the things I can do without Come on I’m talking to you Come on
What we seeing is!
The streets, the cops, the system, harrassment The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked The lawyers, the part, they are, of the puzzle The release, the warning, "Try not, to get in trouble" The snitches, the odds, probation, parole The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole The cell, the bus, the ride, up North The greens, the boots, the yard, these hearts The fightin, the stabbin, the pullin, the grabbin The riot squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened The two years in a box, revenge, the plots The twenty-three hours thats locked, the one hour thats not The silence, the dark, the mind, so fragile The wish, that the streets, would have took you, when they had you The days, the months, the years, dispair One night on my knees, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Shout Shout Let it aloud These are the things I can do without Come on I’m talking to you Come on
This here is all about!
My wife, my kids, the life that I live Through the night, I was his, it was right, but I did My ups, and downs , my slips, my falls My trials and tribulations, my heart, my balls My mother, my father, I love em, I hate em Wish God, I didnt have em, but Im glad that he made em The roaches, the rats, the strays, the cats The guns, knives and bats, everytime we scrap The hustlin, the dealin, the robbin, the stealin The shit, hit the ceilin, little boy, with no feelins The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage Got beatins til the age, I carried a twelve gauge Somebody stop me, somebody come and get me Little did I know, that the Lord was ridin with me The dark, the light, my heart, the fight The wrong, the right, its gone, its gone, its gone
Shout Shout Let it aloud These are the things I can do without Come on I’m talking to you Come on