This one, this one so fresh I'm still reading it off the paper man

it's just one of dem' nights you, you know fuck it

if ya'll don't never hear nothing again from me

you know it was said here

right over here



My people screamed for revenge

So Fiend was called upon

Job description was get it on

Protect your mental, heart and your dome

You may die cause' of your tone

Young, black and strong

I was meant and sent

Cause' some of the real was all gone

Since birth til' now I got holes in my T-shirt

From fighting with anybody that wants to see me hurt

Took it needle and blood

Second and first love

Fuck giving a fuck

Blame me not the drugs

I motivates myself

Grab a rocket off my shelf

A extra match and now I'm feeling like myself

Without help I could spot and just kill a decoy

Really end what i destroyed





With a heart of a ghetto boy

You have a souljah thats ready to die

Now in the heart of a ghetto boy

If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)

In a heart of a ghetto boy

You have a souljah thats ready to die

Now in the heart of a ghetto boy

If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)

In a heart of a ghetto boy

You have a souljah thats ready to die

Now in the heart of a ghetto boy

If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)



Man I ain't got no million dollars

I'm still in the ghetto

Hear me holler

Mr. 5-0 dollar

Trying to break nobody's collar

Wanting to give the baby something to follow

But shit I'm smoking like coffee lids

Trying to deal with what is

Screaming letta nigga live

And don't kick the door in my crib

I was off he