Wakin up

Hear a little baby cryin

Mom's cryin cause pop's got his fists flyin

9 in the morning and he's drunk

One day I feel that Im gonna shoot that punk

A bitch layin next me in the bed

I honestly don't give a fuck if the hoe's dead

The only honor in my life is my rag

Without it zip me up in a body bag

Grab my brother's unloaded 44

Take the money back bottles and head to the store

In my neighborhood your life is a dare

Cause there's factories pumpin out black air

And Im breathin this shit everyday

Livin crazy cause Im dyin anyway

I see this tramp hangin under the bridge

I tell her go home and watch her kids

You listen em cry and sob

Take your sorry ass out and find a mother fuckin job

See my homies hangin down by the liquor store

40's and their cash dice rollin on the floor

They say my friends will never be any good

But the president wouldn't be shit if he was raised in my neighborhood

My friends say the same old shit

The Southwest Side ain't shit Here have a hit on me

I guess everyone seen it

When I slammed Jonny's head into the cement

It started all this crazy shit

Now we never set out with out a loaded clip

And he we headed up to the dope rim

Little boys on the court so we punked them out

When he was pushe off the court

He wanted to kill them fuckers

Now Im standin in the bad guys shoes

Payin my dues

And I don't have anywhere to be

Just another street hood in the inner-city

And a man is gonna ask for some change

Give him a dollar so he can go fry his brains

Fuck No I push him out the way

Cause that sad mother fucker ain't got shit to say

My homie was known for mackin

Now they got him doin 10 for car jackin

And Im thinkin that Im next to go

What the fuck Im already livin Death Row

So many out there want me dead

Everbody wants to put a bullet in my head

But I don't give a fuck if I die today

Everyone alive is gonna die anyway

What the fuck is life about?

Come home late and daddy blow your mouth out

Thats in the past now Im ain't soft

Daddy hits me today and Im gonna blow his fuckin head off

The bullets were close but missed

Live My Life At A Risk



You Know J Man You're Right

Too many mother fuckers out there are fake

People need to understand that if you get hit enough times

Then you start hittin back

All we are is pawns on a gameboard

And if this is the way everybody's playin

Then count us in

But the ICP is playin for keeps



I think I liked it better when I was a kid