[Verse 1]
I'm gonna take you back .. to 1980
People thought she was
crazy for keepin' her baby
Being only thirteen thinking' how she would love a son
Barely a
child herself .. now she would mother one
When that had come to past some wondered how she had
made it by
Some had bets on the side that she wouldn't live to see '85
But she would
prove them wrong .. corrosion kickin' strong
And like the calm before storm so was mom when it
was on
Back in '86 .. as he grew up in the mix
Watchin' his mother hang around men
that slang the cain to make them licks
Strugglin' year after year switchin' daddy to
daddy
Last one had him a lincoln .. this one got him a caddy
Plus a house in the subs and
apartments run by thugs
Pushin' dubs to them scrubs 'cuz he got a connect with killa
bud
Little young buck seen all of that
then the man had a hand on that crack
And he
out there lookin' for tear that come black
Cuz he know that smack on a comeback
He was
nothin' but 9 years old doin' nothin' but what he was told
Always the one that would hafta hold
Till the man let him know when it was sold
Then he would take what wrapped in the paper
sack
Make the drop and he'd make it back
Imagine that to play the mac
And not know
how one's s'posed to act
[Chorus]
When them hustlin' on them corners
Don't play
them for weak cuz them will shoot ya
Real young killa gangsta rude-boy
destined for death
yet O'm your future
How can the youth be humble
when we live in an age of rage
too
young and naive to conceive that them diggin' an early grave
[Verse 2]
And by the
time the nineties come around ..
Mom's had a frown since the man went down
Kites fly
penitentiary bound and lil' man's left to hold his ground
Playin' his art stayin' in school
..
Nothin' short of payin' his dues
Mamas heart's what made him choose ..
Got him a
start in breakin' rules
Hittin' them books hangin' with crooks ..
Watchin' out when that
law man looks
Money's put in them pocket books
And business good 'cuz he got them
rooks
To make the run getting' it done ..
With the advantage of bein' so
young
Nobody cared about what had begun ..
Then by the end of '91
He was the kid in
junior high …
Lookin' to get some new supply
Got him a hook up through some guy
Livin' like either it's do or die
Under the influence of the game ..
Already been
through the love and the pain
Feelin's to him that one in the same ..
Gotta maintain or
go down the drain
It was the life he learned to live ..
He's never had an
alternative
Most forbid the things he did ..
But what would you do if you were the kid
growin' up
Around the cut only exposed to what's corrupt
Nothin' could break a boy so
rough
except the touch of his mother's love
[Chorus]
[verse
3]
Around the summer of '93 ..
Everyone's packin' artillery
Do many wantin' to be a
"g"
Ready to make a delivery
Whatever it took to get in a set ..
Not even worried
about regret
It's who could pose the biggest threat
And catch the most of all
respect
He can't stop ..
He won't stop ..
Even though every spot is hot
Givin'
it everything thing he's got ..
Tryin' to keep from getting' caught
Never the one to be
any place
Long enough to catch a case
After all no time to waste
When doin' your
business face to face
He's comin' equipped to make the lick ..
Not about to play the
trick
Puttin' in work to make the hit and keepin' it low to stay legit
Mom's and dad's i'm
talkin' to you ..
These are the things our children do
Hopin' you listen and catch the
clues then maybe
