[Fam]

Every day I say I'm stressed out

But I won't pull my hair out

Or wear out my self

It's very, very bad for my health

Get it together, brotha Fam

Brotha man, cause I can

Take a toll on, you understand

We are the world, we make up all the surroundings

I'm roundin

Holdin my port down underground in

This hell hole

You never know which way to go

Get caught up in the game

Or even trapped behind the do'

Po po, I saw one clip today

It was slow, cold Gz was around the way

I had to go, hibernate, create a different mind state

And wait till it was my turn get the first break



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Life of a bastard, it no easy

Ja rasta know it no easy



[Chap]

I got locked up, the end of last summer, put me on probation

I had to hustle, cause I was under nuff frustration

I had no cash, wasn't goin out diggin in trash

So I got some weed, bagged it up, called my staff

I broke the rule, hold it, sold in the school

And if in form, word is bond, I use my tool

From Ill Town, so it's natural I'm being real sick

Big up to [Name], gun salute off mi loose lip

How could I be positive

When all I grew around was negative

The dirty lights of four, is what I live

A certain point in my life I never knew where to turn

My concern was more ganja must get burned

A young lad, never had the Dad to play, I went astray

Runnin from the cops duckin stray shots around my way



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[Diesel]

You playin chicken rhymes

You kickin on a dead head-on collision

Syllables slicin your styles like surgical incisions

Envision somehow, someway you be better than me

You couldn't fuck around, you nut, I'm a ecstasy

Forgotten just as fast as