Hard Concrete

While growing up in the ghetto<br>My time went fast<br>see I be stealing from the grown ups<br>running from the tasks<br>as i dash through the grass everyday<br>skipping class<br>my daddy dont be tripping<br>so you can kiss my ass<br>pass the doogie doobie lefthand side<br>only nine years old getting high getting high<br>I wonder why my teacher`s sweating me<br>I did my history It dont relate to me<br>my gpa 1.3<br>see i remember places the names streets dates<br>anybody rolling with stolen license plates<br>but if that faked out of date shit<br>wasnt in my way <br>ask me anything or where im from <br>i bet i get an A minus<br>in fact i am the finest<br>counting male faster than you can say your highness<br>dont combat me with dryness <br>cos i know the definition of any slang word<br>so what`s that synonym you`re wishing?<br>I want to be a lawyer<br>accused of a liar like LaToya<br>so im dropping the fourth grade<br>slinging lemonade<br>I am my own keeper<br>a young o`erachiever<br>ten cents a cup, im a gonna have to leave that shit to beaver<br>now I lay me down to sleep<br>cos i cant eat my noodles right<br>dead bodies every other night<br><br>we fucking up the appetite<br>tragedy is an everyday thing<br>put on a video game sit some time<br>if i can stand the pain<br>give me the knowledge from the street<br>now watch me learn it<br>I went to get a job <br>but too young for a work permit<br>dont come my way (fool)<br>I might just have to gack<br>they say we growing up fast<br>but we just dying faster<br><br>chorus<br>always dropping the good or villain cop<br>slam the child on the hard concrete<br>repeat<br><br><br>Well it`s June 17th <br>it couldnt have came to me no quicker<br>11 years old <br>my chest a little thicker<br>how you figger<br>my life is gonna be bigger and better<br>when that path im rolling on <br>is similar to that crooked letter<br>once i get a better view<br>to check out that avenue<br>its drug infested <br>planted there just for me to be tested<br>on the hard concrete<br>now it`s three years later<br>came for me literally <br>caught me up stacking that refrigerator<br>ator<br>catching shirley down the block<br>in the bucket<br>she stepped to the back <br>that`s when i stuck it fuck it<br>my first piece of butt<br>it was just my luck<br>cause nine months later <br>at my door she showed up<br>damn I was stuck <br>reminiscing in my seat<br>I just turned sixteen but to me<br>it`s not sweet<br>no edumaction <br>this combination of ghetto life<br>is a straine pass the ben gay cream<br>Eighteen looking as old as Don King<br>The indo in my brain<br>keep asking my <br>how many years is it until my life expectancy<br>well let`s see<br>another three done take away<br>and now the hustling games a part of me <br>everyday<br>my life is on the line<br>fool you can catch my fist<br>cos any other place<br>can be a better place than this<br>im now dismissed<br>my body hit the concrete<br>the bullet had no name<br>as it was introduced to me<br>the next morning <br>headline front page<br>young man shot cos of death of age<br><br>Try to rise above it all <br>or drown in ...<br><br><br>chorus<br><br><br>man this is really something repeat