I wake up in the morning and ask myself; is life worth living? Should I blast myself?

Born through hard times, Ghetto child of mine. I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes.

And still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains. Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change.

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy. Cause I only got one night in town.

I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em, they stressed out and goin' under.

Gettin high, livin' everday, like i'm gonna die.

I was looking for a father, he was gone. I hung around with the thugs, and even though they sold drugs, they showed a young brother love.