Everyday somebody gets killed

What's the deal it's 1995

and a nigga wanna live the type of life that people dream

I want things, a crib, a car, while living the life of a king

I know I take for granted at times for what I got

still hustlin' and bustlin'

and now and then I stand a pop or two to come up

a steady battle through the days

Mamma think I'm wrong because I wanna get paid

the system aint given T-mo a chance

22 on the loose and black

trying to get the noose a little slack around my neck

they making it hard for a brother to cope

it's still illegal to smoke cess cause they can't tax

I'm ready to go up shit until they give my freedom back.



Service to what, who

Damn, you got caught sought away out

The trait is getting full, calling up your pull

but pull aint got it.

I fell cold inside like

A man sleeping on pavement

Under the bridge of I-20 west

And stress on the face of the man

Cussing out the atmosphere with nobody close enough to hear

And who dat miss they fee

Cuz all they personal shit

Is sitting on the front lawn of Apple Tree

And for those who aint got take

Before the owner shows back up with the U-haul

Police you call

But wasn't no marshall there to watch your stuff

See I stand tall to this world

Like a kid walking rapping his rhymes to himself

A book on a shelf of many

MC's seen them come and go

Style free with Cool Breeze

Til it's thick like dat fog

Stacking away my extra for a engine for tha hog

Dropping a point from the East

>From a location out tha trees

360 degrees.



Born into these crooked ways

I never even ask to come so now

I'm living in the days

I struggle and fight to stay