[Intro]

There's one brain

There's two halves to one brain

One half's the pen, the other half's a steel

Check the story



[Chorus 2X]

Pain, yo, is all I feel

I'mma die wit my pen, or I'mma die wit my steel



[King Just]

A young shorty on the block, wit no props

Fightin every day, turn the pot, and crackin beer top

In the hallway, gettin fucked up, everyday

You ever thought about goin to school? No way

I always thought I'd be a big rap star

Drive fancy cars and travel like far

Aha, dream didn't come true, now it's 1982

So what the hell you want me to do?

I wanna sell drugs and hang wit the thugs

From the projects, and own a nickel plated tech

But yet, I still got the skill to rock the crowd

I guess rappin should just be style

But now, I can't take it no more

I'm ready to get my gat and tell you face down to floor

Give me what you got, nigga, shit is real

I'mma die wit my pen, or I'mma die wit my steel



[Chorus 2X]



[King Just]

So damn confused, this life just don't seem the same

Kids on the smelly court, playin the ghetto games

I reminisce about the shit that I did

You couldn't be soft and live where I lived

Cuz only the strong survive, and the weak die

Well ain't that a bitch, oh, my, my, my

Momma, why I gotta be like that?

Face the fact, I want the respect of my ghetto back

So I dig deep cuz I got a lot to give

As the world turns, but only one life to live

So come on my children, let's start rebuildin

A new foundation for every man's nation

I try to make a stand, but every stand's a downfall

I sat on the bench while other kids played ball

It's not the fact that I lack athletic

I'd rather grab a