they`ll never take me alive,

im gettin` high with my fo-five cocked on these suckers time to die.

even as a youngster causin ruckus on the back of the bus, i was a fool all

through high school kickin up dust but now im labeled as a trouble-maker, who

can you blame, smokin weed helped me take away the pain, so im hopeless.

rollin down the freeway swirvin, dont worry, im `bout to crash up on tha curv

cos my visions blury.

maybe if they tried to understand me what could i do, i had to feed my fuckin

family, what else should i do but be a thug, slangin with the homies, fuck

hangin with the phonies in the club.

got my mind on major, never been a stranger to homicide, my citys full of gang

bangers and drive-byes.

why do we die at an early age, he was so young and still the victim of the 12

gage.

my memories of a corps, mind full of sick thoughts, and i aint going back to

court, so fuck what you thought

im drinkin hennessy, runnin from my enemies, will i live to be twenty-three

and so much pain



(chorus)

tired of the strain and the pain. yeah

tired of the strain and the pain



years and years of that rough life