[Verse 1] On the same corner Under the same street sign they was raised under They fought so many fights for it Going to court, selling that white horse Porcelain snort, scorch a blunt on the porch And take an alchy to the cranium Steal out of liquor stores owned by legal aliens Needles laying in the summer my friends Looking like they lack the hunger, they thin With beady eyes some i don't see alive The other half's breathing with the weed in their lungs Hate in their heart It's just a game so they're playing their part Get into arguments and bust strays in the park Stay out 'til the day in the dark Then vice-a versa Gambling with dice for a better life they search for while others ended And send their mother to that other clinic Where people lose their mind, through illusion time Yet some'll get their loot through crime Very few pursue a fluent dime, the truest grind I guess that's the way they are Are, are, are (look at my friends) [verse 2] Get their doors knocked down by the law Hot wire cars, shot by afar Getting handcuffed in front of their son They hustle looking for a number to run Some are poor, trying to floss and get their hundred in ones But them brothers is young And looking for the wrong guidance Can't sleep hearing beep the long sirens Cops chasing criminals over their walls climbing to get away Getting out of jail in a day Visiting funeral homes in their newest cologne Hand-me-down suit on their bones to visit their boy Hitting hoodrats without the rubber Bad mouth their mother 'cause she kicked him out the house They grab out the gutter Warrants for their arrest, on the basketball court with a vest Can't sell their product right 'cause they snort up the rest Before they were sort of depressed, they homeless Stop a child for a quarter or less or maybe more Wrong order i guess, you get the picture As if your mental picture's distorted and stressed They chainsmoking, short on their breath Guess that's the way the are [verse 3] Smile in your face and stab you in the back At a rave in the bathroom, sampling the crack Sported fades from a half moon, now it's brushed waves Physically they grew but mentally they just stayed Went from balling their fist to hauling the revolver to twist Your wig back, you just no longer will exist The wrist you click clack over fish and big mac Orders in the drive thru Had a daughter when in high school We bought her nice boots with a Shearling for the winter For that girl he give her the world, is twirling in the center Saw him hurling from the liquor Paranoid when he got blow we got owed, now we're barely boys Moving in different directions, both sick of the stressing I kick lyric profession, he quick to get you undressing with the wesson