Life lost its value
Baby lost its smile
Got a phone, but with no numbers to dial
Imagine if this was to happen once in a while
But it doesn’t
It happens everyday, we got such big mouths
With nothing productive to say
Rather catch a jux
Then work and pay
In the neighborhood, things get worse
Poor get poorer
Rich get richer
Drugs flown overseas, got to recruit another pitcher
No matter if you a good student
Or if you play pitcher
Pressure is put on to be that “NIGGA”
Youth on the corner, pulling 24’s
Difference between them and the bodega
Is that the hustlers stay open past four
Round the clock hustle to pump that raw
Whether it’s to support yourself or Fam
It’s an ugly sight when a hustler gets caught in a jam
No one to help, no lending hand
He going to do a bid on the Island
Make him come back an angry man
It’s sad because all the wrong stuff is what the TV is showing
It’s a vicious energizing bunny
It just keep going and going
To live a fast life, to most is glory
But when will we learn from HIS-STORY?