This life brings me angst
But in the gud or bad
I want to gives thankes,
This life gives me apprehension
Seeing yung boyes on DA block
Getting sidekicked and chopped
To DA coppers inventions.
I miss DA streets I once knew, where da boyes treated yuos
Like a girl in fifth sax. I don't care for dose materials. Or da purses no more on ma backe,
J just want to be treated like a human being for once,
Hopeing for like a woman. I don't need the high class Richie Rich, or da poore boyes thuggin. I'm so sick seeing dat bloodin and crip-out. I just want a blood that will be bout da love, not da colors on his house.
