Lookin out da window, watchin drive-bys taking place.|
Hearin people screamin, not learnin from their mistakes.
Chillin on da corner, sellin drugs to get on by.
Watchin my back and enemies just to stay alive.
Doin drugs and joinin gangs was what I was all about.
As a kid, I grew up. This is a new day now.
Havin dreams and watchin them fade made me give up hope.
Smokin weed and purple haze got me into dope.
Givin up or givin in meant it was the end.
The unknown force that kept me here was hard to understand.
To give up on these drugs and gangs, depended on a sign.
Losin faith to give this up, knowin my life was on da line.
Sittin on dis stoop with friends, talkin of what to be.
Dyin out in laughter while sippin hennesy.
Just stopping by to say what's up, to see some friends, to give heads up,
To see them now, to see the change, cause I see the hood, it's still the same.
Thinkin of those times we talked of what to be.
Looking back on memories of sippin hennesy.
Looking at this picture not proud of what I see.
To get up out dis hood was like a fantasy.
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