(feat. Todd Nitty)

[Todd Nitty]

Here's the tale of a young black male

raised in these city streets

out here hustling to make ends meet

In a world thats so corrupt

thats ran by greed

money and the power

for me I'm a survivor

I do what I have to and only God can judge me for that

So before you cash your stones down on me

I want you to take a look at yourself in the mirror

And ask somebody to pray for you

Cause that's all I'm asking is to pray for me, understand



I was born around gangstas, hustlers, and killers

Drug dealers with math figures making hella scrilla

In the city of Chi the home of the G's

If ya dont work ya dont eat that's been the code of the streets

As for me I was brought up at an early age

learned how to cook cane started to gang bang

and its a damn shame I chose game

but see I'ma knuckle headed nigga with no one to blame

and I'ma gonna keep on tipping under the street lights

and be wondering which nigga wanna take my life

until then I'm staying two feet in front of you haters



[chorus]

I'm living the street life

and I just cant get away

I dont know if I'ma gonna make it to another day

so everynight I pray

oh I pray

I'm living the street life

and I just cant get away

I dont know if I'ma gonna make it to another day

so everynight I pray



well I'm surrounded by rats, roaches, and dope fiends

my whole world is being weighed up on a triple beam

man I dont know whats in store for me god

will I reach 21

why is life so damn hard

see thats the question thats asked

and is there a heaven or hell can the young black live

or will he be chained in the cell

I don't k