TG - Capable lyrics

[Verse 1: Koppo] This is what it is my lifes a b**h in other eyes People judge me, but they never seen the struggle through my eyes I sit and wonder, "Maybe things will be better, If I was gone" My mother's face comes to my mind I know I can't leave her alone As if the dro it fills my head with the depression, it's hard to cry Of the fact, since I was nine, I been seeing my people die Become the victim of a drug habit or a 45 Plus crooked cops and homies make it hard to survive I can't stand being broke I try to cope, with selling work To get caught up, spend money on bars, somebody tell me what it's worth The other half goes to lawyer, so he could go to court and lie I just wanna make a dollar I don't brag about selling pies My OGs taught me, never let nobody know what you got And if it ain't for the good ain't no need to touch in the block Now will I die a man, or a stressed out bum Flashing my gun, afraid to laugh at a son [Hook: TG] Only if they knew, what a n***a capable to do I done lost my mind but a n***a talking we ain't hard to find Mothaf** the laws, aggravate a n***a worst enough So f** the Fo' And sh** only gets worst I wonder If I'm gonna be the next one in the herse But I doubt that there, give them boys a fair warning be aware [Verse 2: TG] Day after another, it's a never ending struggle Even though I'm doing much better, from when I ran up in the gutter In the ghetto it's a never ending cycle n***as losing it night and day, that's what the crazy living life do I'm relaxing, but alot of n***as looking at me funny b**h, I'm just like you understand, my mind is on my money Instead of hating, you should be concentrated on getting your sh** straight p**y n***as breaking windows, now we could talk about b**h-made Instead of beating my face, you catch my car slipping b**h, now close your eyes and picture me flipping A real gangsta a** n***a respects the people, and checks himself when he thinking wrong n***a all I do is accept myself and I pray to God Ask for forgiveness, he knows it's hard I really don't wanna murder nobody, but f** a murder charge I'll leave them n***as in the dirt if they f** around Them n***as know that Trinity Garden be quick to buck em' down They love my sound, n***a play it on your stereo n***a, now liten while we blowing on this hairy dro [Hook] [Verse 3: Koppo] I'm missing my little brother I just want to see him free It brings me down to read his letters, God please help my brother to keep his piece My heart is full of misery I have difficulty breathing It all started when we had to bury my dawgs Adam and Steven Now I'm forever angry how the world got me Try your hardest, but you will never be that real about me Or in the way you do my people in the same way That F-A-M-F-T-L ain't what the game play I've lost myself by taking handle bars and ecstasy I've walked alone and talked as if my dawg was next to me I know I'm not living right, cause there's always something wrong Stress got me taking hits of Hennessy to the dome I try but everytime I do I have a tendecy to fail I go to court tomorrow will I be free or in a cell Momma said "With God by your side no one can touch you" I guess that's why these haters falling, evertime they rush us [Hook: TG] Only if they knew, what a n***a capable to do I done lost my mind, but a n***a talking we ain't hard to find Mothaf** the laws, aggrivate a n***a worst enough So f** the Fo', and sh** only gets worst