While growing up in the ghetto My time went fast see I be stealing from the grown ups running from the tasks as i dash through the grass everyday skipping class my daddy dont be tripping so you can kiss my ass pass the doogie doobie lefthand side only nine years old getting high getting high I wonder why my teacher's sweating me I did my history It dont relate to me my gpa 1.3 see i remember places the names streets dates anybody rolling with stolen license plates but if that faked out of date shit wasnt in my way ask me anything or where im from i bet i get an A minus in fact i am the finest counting male faster than you can say your highness dont combat me with dryness cos i know the definition of any slang word so what's that synonym you're wishing? I want to be a lawyer accused of a liar like LaToya so im dropping the fourth grade slinging lemonade I am my own keeper a young o'erachiever ten cents a cup, im a gonna have to leave that shit to beaver now I lay me down to sleep cos i cant eat my noodles right dead bodies every other night we fucking up the appetite tragedy is an everyday thing put on a video game sit some time if i can stand the pain give me the knowledge from the street now watch me learn it I went to get a job but too young for a work permit dont come my way (fool) I might just have to gack they say we growing up fast but we just dying faster chorus always dropping the good or villain cop slam the child on the hard concrete repeat Well it's June 17th it couldnt have came to me no quicker 11 years old my chest a little thicker how you figger my life is gonna be bigger and better when that path im rolling on is similar to that crooked letter once i get a better view to check out that avenue its drug infested planted there just for me to be tested on the hard concrete now it's three years later came for me literally caught me up stacking that refrigerator ator catching shirley down the block in the bucket she stepped to the back that's when i stuck it fuck it my first piece of butt it was just my luck cause nine months later at my door she showed up damn I was stuck reminiscing in my seat I just turned sixteen but to me it's not sweet no edumaction this combination of ghetto life is a straine pass the ben gay cream Eighteen looking as old as Don King The indo in my brain keep asking my how many years is it until my life expectancy well let's see another three done take away and now the hustling games a part of me everyday my life is on the line fool you can catch my fist cos any other place can be a better place than this im now dismissed my body hit the concrete the bullet had no name as it was introduced to me the next morning headline front page young man shot cos of death of age Try to rise above it all or drown in ... chorus man this is really something repeat