A Stones Throw From Hell

a stones throw from hell around the corner from jail big city of dreams and small schemes for mail we touch and go in the 'hood and it don't look good young brotha at the park the little engine that could the wrong side of the tracks ya little puffs of smoke aint from the weed it's 'cause you don't got a coat a lifetime of abuse the nieghborhood is a noose gettin' tighter everyday so what the hell is the use they might call it the game but to me it's insane can't deal with the pain i pray to God for a change