Picture me inside the misery of poverty, no man alive has ever witnessed struggles ive survived, praying hard for better days promised to hold on me and my dogs aint have a choice but to hold on.

I didn't choose the thug life, the thug life chose me.

Mama raised a hellraiser why cry, That's just life in the ghetto, do or die.

It's a struggle for every young Black man. You know how it is, only God can judge us.

Dont blame me, I was given this world, I didn't make it.

I turn to a life of crime cause I came from a broken family.

I want there to be a life for the street element. Instead of we always getting shut out. Instead of defenseless, having power.