As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like.
Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise.
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the streets So I gotta be down with the hood team.
They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me If they can't understand it, how can they reach me I guess they can't, I guess they won't I guess they front, that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool.
Death ain't nothing but a heartbeat away, I'm living life, do or die, what can I say I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24 The way things are going I don't know.
Me be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of.
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left.
He was raised on the streets and has to be part of a gang to survive. There is no better life for him.
Walking the streets, not knowing if you will live the next day and having no hope for the future.
He kills people because he is a gangster, little kids look up to him and see him as a hero.
People from outside the ghetto think you can get out if you try harder, but don't know what life is like and that it is not easy. People feel misunderstood.
He is always at risk, day and night, and he doesn't know how long he will survive on the violent streets of the Ghetto.
Many people never get out of the ghetto and spend their lives there, so do their children and their grandchildren.
Treated like low trash, symbol for shame.
