[00:01.05]Artist：pastor troy
[00:01.93]Songs Title：boys to men
[00:02.92]Ayo this ya boy Pastor Troy checkin in right, yuh
[00:05.86]（This from the soul）
[00:07.75]Ayo, on this joint right here man we bout to just break it down to you
[00:12.37]Man just the transition to becoming..a man （This from the heart）
[00:19.04]That some of yall gone have to go through man everybody on the sound
[00:30.87]Of my voice （This from the soul）
[00:34.24]Everything gone be cool man, From Boys to Men
[00:36.05]No one to doubt me, I'm not here lonely
[00:37.86]Childhood secrets still wid my homies
[00:39.11]I recall days when I blazed up on the hill
[00:40.85]Not knowin' wud the future would hold, just kept it real
[00:42.85]We ridin' on the 'Lac with the boys to other schools
[00:45.03]We catch 'em at dey football games and act a fool
[00:47.03]And everybody know my name, it's Michael Troy
[00:48.46]We made all them bullies respect Falcon Boy
[00:51.85]I got my folks worried, I'm suspended everyday
[00:54.08]Sometimes I ain't tell 'em and caught the train to the A
[00:58.32]The FirePoint Station, Supreme location
[01:00.89]I'm only 15, tho at the lil' scene
[01:05.24]No one to pry me, I'm all alone
[01:11.24]No one to cry on
[01:17.54]He'd shelter from the rain..to ease the pain
[01:23.87]Changing from boys to men
[01:28.36]I've done seen stabbings, i've done seen shootings
[01:35.23]I've done seen a robbery, i've done seen two
[01:38.41]But I ain't even 15, so when i turn 16
[01:42.47]Im'ma get dat chrome thing wid da beam
[01:45.22]My team was da wreckin' crew, like juice
[01:48.41]The type of niggas on our side do, who was the truth
[01:51.55]I bet them killaz on his side respect game
[01:53.85]That other nigga from the southside, was lame
[01:57.98]My name is Stone, Charlestown to the bone
[02:01.28]Lil' Wayne and Scooby, we rocking MCM and Gucci
[02:04.41]I'm nine years old, that nigga let me touch a Uzi
[02:07.83]I wanted to kill, just like i saw up in the movie
[02:10.57]No wonder one of my friend shot himself in his head
[02:14.14]Playin' wid the gun from under his mothers bed
[02:17.40]Don't wanna call his name too tough, we'll call him Fred
[02:20.52]We watch my nigga while he bled （when we was young）
[02:24.63]Lord knows we be tryin hard, God watching over us
[02:29.56]Mama told me ＂baby dun be goin to school cuttin up＂
[02:54.86]Did I listen, hell naw, listen let me tell ya'll
[03:00.10]Streets transform mamas only into eight-ball
[03:02.09]Errywhere I go, niggaz know I speak that poetry
[03:06.46]See my +Chilouette+ like I'm +Alfred Hitchcock+ and they know it's me
[03:10.21]Bottom line met a lot of niggaz on the grind
[03:13.07]Getting them dimes
[03:14.20]Murder they ass, escape the scene like I committed the crime
[03:17.32]A friend of mine, don't rap he doing illegal business
[03:20.06]18-Wheeler, Fed, X, bricks, did wid killaz
[03:23.19]He smoke and dipped'em drunk with Crys and get to beating his bitches
[03:26.37]Them bitches down though, come straight back after they get thru strippen
[03:29.80]I'm outta' town, next to the church see his lil' brotha cryin
[03:32.67]Told me his brotha killed himself, I said nigga you lyin
[03:35.72]He put the gun to his mouth and blew his brain out
[03:38.66]He couldn't handle this goddamn shit that we sang 'bout