[Verse 1]
I can't hear my parents are speaking
I don't know what my teachers are teaching
Everyone I know says school is bull
But they the ones getting in trouble and breaking rules
I'm getting D's and F's
While other brothers catching 1 to 3 for theft
They say it's all about making that dough
But they ride in low riders and pimp ho's
But I ain't got money or hot heat
Except for my brother's stash under his car-seat
I hear about that story "From Rags to Riches"
They used to be poor, but now they got a lot of b**hes
I hear the younger kids gotta hold a lot of coke
In order to prove themselves to older folks
Homeboys just trying to get their ways
To get cash flow and whatever pays
In fact yesterday I saw Taylor stick-up a liquor store
Now he got big bucks and a lot of s*ut who*es
Then he said kid don't be a snitch
Left the crime scene and his posse ditched
I can make big bucks if I could be that guy
I just gotta gut-up to say hi
I don't know if he even skips, or attends school
Maybe I can get a job or two
And I'll be down with his crew
No pool, just a puddle of chances
Living in the ghetto, I gotta work my finances
[Verse 2]
Down the street I was walking
I hear a lot of chatter and talking
And here's Taylor with his b**hes and guns
Acting slick, he has thick chicks and a lump sum
I ain't fronting, so I try to say a little something
Set things straight, by that time I was at the gate
So I gut-up and say " hey, nice stick-up at the shop
You were pretty sneaky not getting a**ed-up by any cops"
And he talks about me not snitching
Said I was cool, I just needed a bit mincing
Then I talk about how I could help stick-up or be down
I'm trying to act serious, not play a clown
(Yeah)
And by the time the bell rang
I was a-okay in the gang, down to hang
I'm ready to bust shots and go like bang!
Then he said tomorrow to meet at the b-ball courts
To get some gloves and a backpack Jan sport
So now I'm down for getting ill and crime
And he told me the time half past nine
[Verse 3]
So it was nine and I left out my window
Heading for the courts after playing Nintendo
By the time I got there, Taylor was on the benches
Gave me a nine, and said trust my senses
I looked back and said where's the rest of the crew?
And he said they'll be here soon
And he said we going to shoot a guy named Blue
To me it sounded real familiar
But right now the goods need to be delivered
So we waited as time pa**ed by
And here was our guy
He slammed the door of the honda, and took a few steps
We gripped our guns, and readied to get big reps
I didn't have guts until now
We pulled the trigger and went like Pow!
Some guys ran out the shoe-store
Right after the dude's blood rushed the floor
And the day after the sh** was all over the news
Fast forward like a week, my name's on the street, G
Peeps look to me, and girls wanna meet me
Now I got a rep, and I have big booty b**hes
The only thing left to get is a car, I got hit those groovy switches
But now by the time I get home
Besides my mother and my thoughts, I'm all alone
I haven't seen my brother in ten days
He's usually back in 3,4,5, I don't think he's okay
And now, this thought just happened spark
On the TV, I think I saw his car parked
On the same block, just a brother in shock
What's my mother to do?
When she find's out I shot my own brother blue?