But I was at times a loser
all caught up in self obsessions
feeling life was
a game to be played
take what you can

Kind of thing
Get high at every chance
a hyper active poor white boy
who had several Homeboys numbers
they took every cent I had

I earned my respect the day I hit
rock bottom, though I was still labeled by the
police, as a rotten toothed addict,
now if I could just gain

what respect anyone who has the will
power to change, is deserving of,
had my run-ins with the law,
had them spit in my face

act tough, I caught on, they have to,
a job is a job, but I have noticed
we all, the police the crackheads the dealers
are mostly hypocrites.

Except one or two cops, and a few dealers,
and one or two addicts
who are just trying to survive.