The black kid, serve to survive
Take it all down, hard to revive
Just my life game, played with the dice
You get picked, ready to sky dive
You don't wanna go, then tell the lies
You get caught, you'll know where hell lies
Life wasn't lovely, it was all about the dies
I walk down the alley, all i, all i hear is cries
It was all about the money, and the price wasn't funny
Life was hard to buy, death's easy just like a born bunny
The dream of a nigga, to be the one who's lucky
I made this poem for those who have struggled in life against all odds to make it.
REMEMBER
You earned it!