Me Against The World
It Ain't Easy
Keepin' it real.

I take a shot of Henessee now I'm strong enough to face the madness.
Nickel bags full of sess weed laced with hash.
Phone calls from my niggas on the other side.
Two childhood friends just died I couldn't cry.
A damn shame, when will we ever change.
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain.
Arguements with my boo is true.
I spend more time with my niggas then I do with you.
But everywhere it's the same thang that's the game.
I'll be damned if a thang changed. Fuck the fame.
I'll be hustling to make a million.
Lord knows, ain't no love for us ghetto children.
So we cold, rag top slowin' down time to stop for gas.
Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass.
It ain't easy, that's my motto.
Drinkin' tangeray straight out da bottle.
Everybody wanna know if I'm insane.
My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games.
All the drama got me stressen like I'm hopeless.
I can't cope, me and the homies smokin' roaches.
Cuz we broke, late night hangin' out till the sunrise.
Getten high, watchin' the cops roll by.
It ain't easy.
It ain't easy being me.
Will I see the penitentary, or will I stay free.
I can't sleep niggas plottin' on to kill me while I'm dreaming.
Wake up sweaty and screaming cuz I can hear them suckas scheming.
Probably paranoid, Problem is them punks be fantasing.
A brother bite the bullet Open fire And I gotta wonder why.
Is it the the way it is Even now, looking out for these Killa kids.
Cause they wild. Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin'.
Doin' 20 to life in San Quinton. Getten calls from my nigga Mike Tyson.
Ain't nuttin' nice. Yo Pac, do something rightous with your life.
Even thou you innoccent you still a nigga.
So they figure rather have ya behind bars than triggas.
But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life.
Lickin' shots till I see my niggas free on my block.
No, it ain't easy, 'til I see my niggas free on the block.
Lately, I've been reminicin' about pepermint snaps 'n Junior High hit
Keepin' an eye on the cops While D-boyz slang rocks.
Its the project kid without a conscience.
I'm having dreams of hearing screams at my concerts.
Me and all my childhood peers through the years.
Tryin' to stack a little green I was only seventeen.
When I started servin' fiends and I wish there was another way.
To stack a dollar sold my impala cuz these hard times.
Make me wanna hollar will I live to see tommorrow?
Am I fallin' off ? I hit the weed and then proceed.
To say, 'fuck all of y'all' ain't nobody down with me.
I'm thuggin' I can't go home cuz mutha-fuckas think i'm buggin'.
So now I'm in this high powered cell at the county jail.
Punk Judge, got a grudge.
Can't post no bail. what, do I do in these county blues?
Gettin' battered and bruised. By the you know who.
And these fakes get the shakin' when they face me, snakes.
Ain't got enough nuts to replace me, sittin' in this.
Livin' hell, listenin' to niggas yell.
Tryin' to torture them to tell.
I'm gettin' mail, but ain't nobody sayin' much.
The same old nuts, is makin' bucks.
While these sluts is gettin' fucked they violated my pobation .
And it seems I'll be going on a long vacation.
Meanwhile, it ain't easy, no it ain't easy.
It ain't easy being me.
                                                               Will I see the penitentary, or will I stay free.

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