Natas - Ain't Got sh** 2 Lose lyrics

Blacks were allowed neither separate but equal Nor minimal adequate public and or privet education They were forbidden to excel in all most all professions Food could be obtained primarily by the use of federal food stamps Issued through the thin department of health education and welfare During and following the Vietnam conflict raided police and drug indorsement activity The opiate some ambulant social equations of alcohol h**n and the animal tranquilliser PCP Properly turned booze skag and angel dust took place in the urban camp And steadily increased throughout the 70's I ain't got sh** to lose tiered of paying my dues And every time I turn around I'm sitting singing the blues Cause I ain't got no place to go and I can't find a ho And every time I think it's fast I'll always turn some more You see you may think it's funny but it's all about money With no doe theirs no home and no money no honey So I got to find a way to make it I'm bout to be k**ed Get away from it all and make the big dollar bill Get my life in check, Maybe brake some necks Come back with the loot and get big respect No I'm not like the others I be a pig mother f**er Keep my sh** under cover keep away from the s**ers Either way you go I got 2 roads to choose It don't matter to me…. Cause I ain't got sh** to, lose It's like he was chosen from god Makes me wonder how achieving going The extermination of the Negro people (X2) Life or d**h, Fortune or fame See every things the same and everybody wants to make a name In this big old game called life the only life I know is pain and strife Born in the ghetto with no place to go living the life of crime's the only life I know So I take it slow and go with the flow Even though I know I could never grow into what society wants me to be Other than a straight G named TNT Solitary confinement living just like you are man The ghetto might as well be a suer man You can't comprehend unless you been were I been Down the yellow brick road but it's just a dead end I've got the ghetto blues and it's all bad news So you wouldn't want to be in my shoes…… Cause I ain't got sh** to lose It's like he was chosen from god Makes me wonder how achieving going The extermination of the Negro people (X2) Soul is dead, Losing my head A cardboard box has replaced my bed I wish I was dead although it would never come true I'm forced to live in this hell right along with you Mamma said there would be days when I felt like this To many pressures of the world make me slit my wrist I can't deal with this cause my life's a b**h Seems I'm all alone in this hell called home Nobody knows the trouble I've seen I just wish I had my piece of the American dream But America's pie was not meant for I It makes no séance to try cause I was born to die Who the hell am I, Who's the man in the mirror The scenario's the same but the picture is no clearer I see my choices I her some voices on my head No matter what I choose…… I ain't got sh** to lose. It's like he was chosen from god Makes me wonder how achieving going The extermination of the Negro people