[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?