[INTRO:] Seems like yesterday, we was all here, you know? Money was good, good times. Standing around, drinks in our hands, money in our pockets. Nice cars. A lot of people are gone now, and for them, I wrote this here: [Verse 1:] What if they told you you were worthless, born for no apparent purpose? Would you believe 'em, and spend your whole life getting even? See, I'm the product of a lack of logic Brought up by alcoholics right outside the projects Addicts and narcotics feed families; others have to starve No question there's a problem, but it's one I cannot solve Got involved selling dope, what them folks gonna do? Send me back to jail so I can be with the crew? Defenseless against the coldest world, homes I thought of growing up but never growing old Heard myths of a place where the streets were paved in gold My grandaddy took me to church, but they just never saved my soul [HOOK:] (Life with no crime on my mind) Life with no crime on my mind feels funny. [X4] [Verse 2:] I want you to imagine rehabilitated criminals still making money Life with no crime on my mind feels funny "Cunning," "cold": words used to describe The way I live, the way I've stayed alive 85-95, that's a decade-plus Something's better than nothing when you ain't working with much Discussion with a touch of million dollar conversation We'll supply the products, push them all across the nation Distribution's a solution, music can be confusin' Conclusions are illusions accused and bruised by new friends When true friends who thick-and-thin think in statistics say I will day any day if I continue to live this way Devoted to turning menaces to businessmen Nothing's popping in the pen, like to see you make a man Make a bank to break a rubber band So do what you gonna do and stop, ain't no career in selling rocks Just sit and watch life pa** you by, stay mad at the world till you die Instead I get it together, got up out the game Because I done did my work and I done made my name Never did get paid like I thought I would I don't think there's a million to be made in my neighborhood I never did get paid like I thought I would I don't think there's a million to be made in my neighborhood [HOOK] [Verse 3:] It seems like lately, I can't find no peace of mind Mama said, "Baby, that's the way it's gonna be sometimes." I need some time to get away, get everything straight But I'm on paper, and that prohibits me from leaving the state Only had I known how it is once you get convicted Privacy invaded, rights restricted I wouldn't have accepted that plea bargain, I would have fought it all the way Caught my case in '93, partner, they're still f**ing with me today! Trying to lock me up for the weed that I possessed (They found it in your pocket?) No, in my piss! House arrest, drug tests get popped on me randomly Like a fool, I'm still smoking with them watching me But that don't matter, they expect me to f** up again So they can add me to the general population of the state pen And I can lay there, thinking about my daughter and my boo I guess they're the reason why I live life like I do. I live. [HOOK]