On the Block

I've been the fool
For too long
For too long

Back in the day, I was on the block playin' the game of life
It's easy right 'til you fuckin' need to fight to survive and win
When you're forced to crime commit
Diminished by your class and environment
Surrounded by violence and pounds of shit
People smokin', sellin' weed by the ounce at ten
Skippin' school to fuck around and hound some kids
"How's your kid?"
"Oh, he gets the bad grades and shouts at Miss
He gets in a lot of fights
His ass gets kicked
But at least he's alive, right?
My neighbor's is R.I.P"
(Resting in peace)
Damn

That's the cost of livin' life in the streets where fights
Break out and people dyin' almost every other night
Duckin', dodgin' bullets
While homies robbin' fullest
Register machine cash
Options null it

I've been the fool
For too long (too long, man)
For too long

I used to think it was the world or me
Kill or be killed was my philosophy
But I made it out the slums, ain't gotta rob for Gs
Investin' in myself and my property
That's the way to get out
We do got options
We don't gotta get down and dirty
Robbin' thirty motherfuckers, shot, get murdered
We were placed in this place
By fuckin' racists, disgraced
When I look at my neighbors, I see these paintings of pain
They made us hate ourselves
They made us hate each other
Why the fuck are we fighting, man?
We were raised as brothers
They want us to kill ourselves
Why they raped our mothers
Separated the races, made us rage at colors
Then they gave us drugs, so we could waste our other opts
Melt our brain cells with pills and fuckin' rocks
And then they glorify it, so this shit will never stop
The only way out is to replace the ones on top

I've been the fool
For too long (no more)
For too long