X-Raided - I Was lyrics

[Bridge] At the end of the day I can say I had a nice life And I wouldn't change much if I could live and die twice Maybe go back, focus on getting my mind right And clear my eyesight You know what they say about hindsight (Hey) With 20/20 vision I could see the drama coming And keep my life quiet and peaceful like inside my mama's stomach Before your favorite rapper was sayin a lot of nothing Around the time Willy moved in with Mr. Drummond [Verse 1] And it was close just so close nothing was black and white Right was in 9 rooms and it's just the facts of life As a kid I was toured on that song til I threw up The day my grandma died I swear I cried til I threw up My mom's brain blew up Her heart's full of pain And I guess she couldn't take it cuz she never was the same That changed my whole life started slidin down the drain That's why I rarely drive down memory lane But when I do it ain't all bad Sometimes I wanna call dad Tell him man to man that I needed him but as a fall back What's done is done You can't win a race that's already been won He could've been a better father and I could've been a better son And yet it's never 1 set of circumstances that define a life Like would it all be different if I came out my mom's vagina white We'll never know (???) But you can't plan to win the lottery and never buy a ticket [Hook] I was 16 Having wicked and sick dreams And witnessing Crip schemes On missions to get creamed Seein (??????) And kids that will never know what legitimate intimacy means (x2) I was 16 [Bridge] [Verse 2] Only the Cosby kids And the Hosby kids Cliff Lee and Theo Probably doin a dying bizz Where I live Now I'll fix you cuz your family matters Imagine being teen and seeing your family shattered I went from Sac to Mobile, Pirginity and back to Sac to Waco, Fort Worth and back to Back track from Waco to Huntsville, Alabama and right back to Prichard, Waco, and right back to Sac-town 24 months Ridin dirty greyhound busses But I guess it is what it is What can I say while disgusted I got a sack of crack-coke and strap Hit the streets If I cam home at all didn't speak Just hit the sheets Smellin like beer p**y and weed Woke up the next morning change clothes repeat What you know about wearin the same (out)fit for 3 days Sellin rocks to cats like to feed on BJs That Eddy Murphy cartoon servin that free base That homie's mama on her knees doin a 3-way Hittin her doggy style She's getting boned out For 1 rock she put it in her mouth and zoned out And on the block I was 16 [Hook] [Deconstruct] I got a sack of crack-coke and strap Hit the streets If I cam home at all didn't speak Just hit the sheets Smellin like beer p**y and weed I was 16