I'm bored with nothing to do.
When I can be on the block chilling with my crew.
Right now I'm hidding behinde my words.
Knowing that one day I might die by this sword.
I grew up in the streets.
Trying hard to run and hide from the heat.
Ducking and dodging bullets I can not be beat.
But I switch my path but still using my mentality from the street.
Cause right now I have a different hustle.
In school using my brain power I'm in a different struggle.
Trying hard to excape from this street war.
But yet i find myself taking shots after shot at the local bar.
My soul is aching my heart is bleeding sometimes life is too hard.
But I will not stop fighting cause I'm determined to go the whole nine yards.