now who the fuck wouldn t be fucked up in the city where crack sells and clientele never tell yo life a nigga beats his wife damn it s hurting me but i can t help her man the way this grind be working me dodging the narc s cop s pulling up they fuck with us cause we on our corner can t tell em what i wanna if i do i ma gonna they leave put they just ride the block i serve my rocks bump em out before they next stop fake ass cops why the fuck these niggas fuck with me muthafucker i m the one that pay ya salary don t get fired green making me so tired telling they stories chasing money so i let them bore me i know you could have been all i say is should of been fuck reminiscing nigga how many hits ya getting so i can hit the house try to smoke a ounce let the weed protect me from everything i see in this fucked up reality i m bout to move to mars y all the world a mess so i m stuck to fearing of myself i m nineteen going on death i should ve left when i was born cutting ambilical s the doctor should ve cut my arm right at my vein the pain make s me smoke the reefer helps me relax it helps me really see this shit i face the facts i act like i m loving life then i act fo real nigga s is getting shot nigga s is getting killed but still nothing s done questions asking me how can i sell to my people my people won t help me out i m pissed but i can t pout nothing change cause i m mad understand life comes and goes so i guess it s a fad i often had to little simulator my friend so you can t hate me or this game i m in i have been with out a damn dime and it s fucked up cause it s happened more than one time therefore i grind i find myself angry november 18 god let this world claim me against my wishes but this is how a nigga do ya once ya born it s like the lord never knew ya cause this hell ya either sell or ya getting sold like we some slaves though they say that we free it s the same shit today a better way don t lie to me the realest nigga all i can see is reality god told me  i m bout to move to mars y all the world a mess i ve seen enough it s like i m seeing the same shit again nothing but thugs as friends pretend it s cool yeah pretends it alright and this nigga begged me for food for the third night in a row i didn t know that my own was so hungry i wonder if i was a bum would my people disown me rather lonely but than again hell we all alone to keep me from snapping i m acting up on this songs the wrong damn nigga the wrong damn time the right brand of liquor the right size dime i blaze and hit the hennesy and i realize this world wasn t meant for me reality i m bout to move to mars y all the world a mess