Yeah, I come from an abusive and broken home
with beer bottles, trash cans and broken glass
without chandlers hanging from the ceiling
to reflect the past
a place were there is no love dying
yeah, that is where I am from
straight from the hood on the southside
I am from the projects with the jumbo hungry ghetto rats
Even the roaches are not afraid of nothing and they carve you up with their switchblades
So, I have to cheat and steal
to get my daily bread
while on the run from dusk to dawn
man, you just hear what I said
While all my days turned black blue and red
now I carry some heat to survive on these mean streets
I had no choice but to join a gang for love and protection
Still, I am running drugs from nine to five to stay alive
Yes, I know I have to pay some dues to find the open door
So mama please pray for me to stay alive