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Young brothers the game as you know
Is not a game at all
Your playing in a arena 
That you have no idea about
So now I have to ask
What are you going to do
When you have to face to responsibility 
Behind the pain and misery you've cause
Little Ghetto Boy

They say that our dads are our first teachers
He played the same game, and now he's dead and gone 
So I guess he didn't learn his lesson either
This place is such a cold cold place to live
And thing ain't getting no better 
There's no loyalty in the game no more
So your mind is set on whatever

Come on man, 
You have your whole life ahead of you
Fight hard to reach your goals
Believe in whatever it is you want to do
Trust me
One day you're going to become a man
And rather you want to or not
Your going to take a stand
For all of the decisions you make in your life
But please remember 
They all will somehow effect your children and your wife
If this is the life that you chose to live
It won't chance until you start living positive

So if you think you're tough
And everything that you face
You're strong enough to beat it
Please believe me when I say
These streets are undefeated

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