Chris Ward - My Life lyrics

From C. Ward to you n***a, uh.. [Chris Ward] It's not real to be hard, in fact it's hard to be real And you gotta been through it, to know how I feel I stood still plenty of times, my back against the wall Crying for help, but nobody answered my call And all I can do is reminisce, when I was a kid Growing up, there's a lot I could of changed that I did And now, I intend to adjust myself Though I'm grown I still hear voices whispering, (can I trust myself) I use to wanna grab for a gun, and bust myself But that ain't right, and Lord knows I would of disgust myself I had to move alone, and prove 'em wrong They John Q's boy, showed that I'm too strong I'm from the small section, we call the Y-Stone Where our world and lifestyle, spins fast as a cyclone And it seems, everytime one of my dogs get home It's like five-six-seven or eight, others get gone And I know that it's hard, out here I hate to complain, but Lord I swear I'm just trying to hold on, better yet I'm trying to keep it together I got the puzzle, but I can't seem to put these pieces together I'm on that other sh**, that born and raised in the gutter sh** Where most of these n***as come up, trying to slang that bu*ter sh** There's no longer a war on Iraq, there's a war on the black Right now in every ghetto, there's a war on crack See, the moral of my story is There's nothing out here, that can make you notorious Cause money don't make the man, just make what he got But materialistically, that's what most folk think it's about and that's f**ed up (*talking*) Uh, I wanna send some shout out's right quick, yeah Holla at my little sisters and, J-Weezy, what's up Jenny Saqoia got ya, this one right here for y'all, Kiesh' Cindo, Lil' Nick, my big sister Nicola, Whitebread Peckerwood