and it s hard hard yea yea sittin looking out my window the streets i see ain t pretty sometimes i wonder if i was born rich with plenty money and everyday was sunny didn t no rain fall life was beautiful like the colors of a rainbow would i be the same prim row all my niggas know if i didn t have to learn to beat them streets and get that dough what if i never witnessed killings with my own two eyes bussin leave they own folks layin in the street to die life without respective if every second i was shakin cause i injected dope in my veins divide and strain could i describe pain could i describe livin life without desire mayne could i survive if i couldn t rap or entertain alive and free you can t beat it who can you blame my world is like a picture and the frame the picture might change but the frame stays the same hustling waiting on tomorrow living life in the fast lane cause no one ever knows no one ever knows sitting here waiting on tomorrow putting paper away cause no one ever knows no one ever knows what if you was on the other end of the bullet when a killer wanna pull it would it seem like the light flash in front of your face or would you run real slow like i ran in my dream like just the other day i tried to be a hero but it wasn t the side of me or maybe it just wasn t the time to be but if the shoe had to fit then i would be ahead of the game playin the part i bring it all into the light from out of the dark i hit the bat into the ball and out of the park and live with the question alone that s meddlin hard what if you had to live under the bridge and do anything just to feed your kids think about that and the deed you did the first thing that impress me kid oh yes you did and i ain t even tryna choke your chain or pull your leg and i ain t even tryna fuck with your head and i ain t even tryna sweat this shit just spit these messages cause i m blessed with it what if you had the chance to be able to switch hands with me or anyone you see and if you really wanna take it deep this shit not quanum to me for one and each and each and all for the sci fi mat more religious superstitious politicious and all the listeners with us this shit be cold as christmas so put your head to the sky say a prayer for the sick and the old the young and the weak for the bombs and the single moms with six kids askin for something to eat  hustling waiting on tomorrow living life in the fast lane cause no one ever knows no one ever knows sitting here waiting on tomorrow putting paper away cause no one ever knows no one ever knows and when you get up they seem to hold you down down to the ground gotta stay focused with your eyes opened wide see the sun rise i keep my hands on the steering wheel when i m creepin up 75 changing lanes on the regular talkin on my cellular fast watching cause they wanna take me away i m just trying to feed my babies face but i m just hustling i m waiting on tomorrow cuts in living life in the fast lane cause no one ever knows no one ever knows sitting here waiting on tomorrow putting paper away cause no one ever knows no one ever knows and the only way is to keep your head on right oh yea