Like a black sheep in the family
Graffiti up on the alley
Your nebulous passing
Another tragedy happened in Cali
All I wanted was a role model
My father worked hard so tell me
Who the fuck was I supposed to follow?
It's hard to swallow, my stomach's hollow
No, and I'll only have time probably to eat tomorrow
I had no common drug dealing
I get mad when I think of all the bullshit that I was feeling
I believe my father really built a happy home
Left us stranded in the dark for a fucking whore
I prayed to God it wouldn't happen, but I was ignored
If it ain't my family, what the fuck I'm living for?
No looking forward, no looking back
No hesitation when I put my hands on that strap
My music is the pain in my mother's eyes
People struggling in the ghetto, something never televised
People struggling in the ghetto, something never televised
Killuminati won't even save you from all the struggle I survived
One shot, two, three, four, can you feel the vibe?
This is for my mother's pain and everything she sacrificed
I'm still mad at my brother's chick
I can believe she snitched on him,
Got damn, you on some other shit
I learned my lesson, never trust a bitch
I'm thinking calm as a motherfucker while staring at my rubber grip
My close homies on the run again
My false step, I think I'm being followed by these undercover pigs
I think they wanna set me up on some sucker's shits
Snitching will never happen, forever be the opposite
Got my enemies saying 'that motherfucker sick'
LA, Shaw Town, even Brooklyn
We got something in common if you love the rim
Hustle hard to the day you pay your mother's rent
Ain't that the real reason why we started hustling?
Besides the cards and the feeling, tryina fuck a bitch
My music is the pain in my mother's eyes
Strengthen in the ghetto with something that's never televised
People struggling in the ghetto, something never televised
Killuminati won't even save you from all the struggle I survived
One shot, two, three, four, can you feel the vibe?
This is for my mother's pain and everything she sacrificed
My President is talking about some bullshit again
They keep taking education money from the kids
I've never seen him once ever speak about the homeless
Or even talk about the gang related feeling hopeless
In case you didn't notice, the young is still the oldest
Homies never realize all that eviction notices
It's time for us to grow up, the real world's afraid of us
That's why they never show up, you know what they label us
We're suckers, just ignore the world with an ounce of weed
And tell the people in the ghetto they can count on me
Now dim the motherfucking lights, put me in front of a crowd
Who applauds when I'm making Christ
My music is the pain in my mother's eyes
Strengthen in the ghetto with something that's never televised
People struggling in the ghetto, something never televised
Killuminati won't even save you from all the struggle I survived
One shot, two, three, four, can you feel the vibe?
This is for my mother's pain and everything she sacrificed