[Hook] [Saigon] Wouldn't you want to be me In the prime of my thug I popped three People in the less of a two month span Not playin', couple is on record, the others I'm not saying I was wild since the box of sand I was the f**ing slap-box man You was rocking the Real Roxanne You can go ahead with your battling man I get mad at cha man Hit you in your head with a battering ram Rap like only an african can They can lock us up trying to k** us all or put crack in our hand But you gotta understand, that their is a plan to k** off the black man And how the black woman the number one catcher of aids And we all know that bullsh** spreaded from gays Its so craze, my mental being in an intricate maze Can't eat can't sleep without hitting some haze Seen bright nights and dark days And maybe wanna run and spark the gate And pray to God I ain't marked for a grave Cause I ain't even saved [Hook] [Verse 2] Yo, Keep it all real; I don't care if you don't like me I'm in this game for more than a chain or whipping a crisp pair of nikes See there's more to it It's kinda of hard to get it but easier to lose it Thats why I try to keep it Some cats died to reach it Don't even know what they're reaching for If they don't listen then why we teaching for And my moms still teaching more I gotta question why she get paid the least for her profession And my pops still stressing Got a new heart Turned around got cancer in the skin I swear he can't win But he don't quit my old man he just keep grinding to the end And the ends coming know time quick Cause me and him, still kick it on some old time sh** Belly up have a beer or two Cause everything he said then I see now your boys gotta clear view And the lessons gotta learn myself My lifestyle gonna have a worse turn for my health And I hope I don't see an early grave Damn, cause I ain't even saved [Hook]