It’s been 33 long hard years and still strugglin,
Survival got me buggin, but I’m alive on arrival.
I peep at the shape of the streets,
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep.
A lady with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15…
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much,
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not touch.
The court played me short, now I face incarceration,
Pacin’, going up state’s my destination…