|
Smooth it out |
|
This is a story about the drifter |
|
Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown |
|
Who never planned on havin' so dick |
|
Why me huh? |
|
Everything's gonna be alright |
|
Everything's gonna be alright |
|
Everything's gonna be alright now |
|
Everything's gonna be alright |
|
Some get a little and some get none |
|
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done |
|
I was one who never had and always mad |
|
Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag |
|
Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up |
|
Too many stick ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hick ups |
|
I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed |
|
My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out |
|
I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit? |
|
They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent |
|
I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough |
|
I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut |
|
I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed |
|
I got upset, I got a tech in the banana clip |
|
Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crack head |
|
I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did |
|
Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none |
|
Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one? |
|
Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one? |
|
And always wanted to live like just a fat one |
|
Everything's gonna be alright |
|
Everything's gonna be alright |
|
Everything's gonna be alright now |
|
Everything's gonna be alright |
|
A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects |
|
Livin' in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them |
|
Why do I have to be like this? Momma said I'm priceless |
|
So I am all worthless, starved, and it's just for being a nice kid |
|
Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though |
|
Last stop to hell, I would've ended things a while ago |
|
I ain't have Jack but a black hat and knapsack |
|
Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack |
|
Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give? |
|
Say somethin' positive? Well positive ain't where I lived |
|
I lived right around a corner from west hell |
|
Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell |
|
The sun never shone on my side of the street, see |
|
And only once or twice a week I would speak |
|
I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home |
|
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome |
|
Some life, it you ain't wear gold your style was old |
|
And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold |
|
Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way |
|
But hey, never gamble any game that you can't play |
|
I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now |
|
How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how |
|
Why me, huh? |
|
Everything's gonna be alright |
|
Everything's gonna be alright |
|
Everything's gonna be alright now |
|
Everything's gonna be alright |
|
My third year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead |
|
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said |
|
I don't do Jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at night |
|
Playin' hide and seek with a machetti' like Freddy swipe |
|
Some say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now |
|
I answer that with a fuck, who wanna bow wow? |
|
'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week |
|
Than I fly flowin' in dodo on the concrete |
|
I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong |
|
Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song? |
|
So don't say Jack, and please don't say you understand |
|
All that man to man talk just hot damn |
|
If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet |
|
And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it? |
|
And ill town fell like I stuck up props, got shot |
|
Don't worry, I hit Bob, flurry, and his punk ass dropped |
|
But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast |
|
They changin' schools, I'm the misfit that will outlast |
|
But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards |
|
That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard |
|
If you ain't ever been to the ghetto |
|
Don't ever come to the ghetto |
|
'Cause you ain't understand the ghetto |
|
And stay the fuck out of the ghetto |
|
Why me? |
|
Why me? |