What Am I? Pt. 1

[Masta Ace]<br>I grew up in a place where peace is your best friend<br>And everyday a nigga got up was a blessing<br>I move through these streets not knowing who I can trust<br>Cause last year, somebody finished my brother Russ<br>We found him in the two train tunnel, decapitated<br>And that`s when my anger inside was activated<br>That was the last time I cried like a baby<br>Cause niggaz wanna find me next, and try to spray me<br>And spill my insides out all over the city<br>The life that I live right now is not pretty<br>I seen friends get held up on dark nights<br>I seen friends open they mouth and start fights<br>I`m deep inna bangin since the death of my brother<br>And anywhere you see me I`m representing my color<br>Any nigga come through rocking the wrong cap<br>Tryna shine like high gloss, is gettin left flat<br>Before I die, swear I gotta leave my mark (uh)<br>Catch me on the late night outside on the park<br>I`m not shootin` hoops with niggaz, I`m not friendly<br>It`s too bad...cause I do gotta little ball in me<br>I`m too wrapped up in these walls for territory<br>The world`s movin way too fast to hear my story<br>My nigga Blue held me down when it came time<br>We close like, we was delivered the same time<br>I told him we would stay on top like flotation<br>And never leave the hood or change our location<br>Blue always told me to never say `never`<br>And sure enough, ten of us got bagged together<br>Now we speculatin `bout what`s gone` happen to us<br>Trapped in this dark ass place that they through us<br>You can see the fear in my heart if you just look<br>I never ever thought my ass would get shook<br>But I heard the story that`s been goin` around<br>About, cats gettin` bagged at night and never found<br>I bet that`s just how Russ meet his doom<br>And just then somebody reached into the room<br>And got a tight grip right around my throat<br>I`m scared now, I figured that `that`s all she wrote`<br>What`s fucked up is, they don`t know nothin bout me<br>And yet wanna try and squeeze the life out me<br>I start regurgitating, spittin up from fear<br>Wishin` for a way that I could escape from hear<br>It`s almost like the hand of God reached down<br>And broke the grip and let me fall to the ground<br>(Sirens in background till finish)