[E-40]. Uh you in a new school whip custom painted candy apricot butter. I'm in an antique oldschool four door muffler draggin' beat up duster. Wit scrapes and scratches nicks and scars. Y'all git to drink out of wine glasses we gotta drink out of jelly jars. Down and out like four flat tires no washing machine nor dryer. Just ah pillow sack. and ah bunch of clothes wrapped in a sheet on our way to the laundrymat. Will I ever get paid can I make a dollar out of fifteen cent. Y'allz got it made we broke and starvin' barely payin' the rent. Sleepless nights alligator tears. Mommy arguin' wit my daddy daddy drunk too many beers. 911 Mr.Po Po dey ain't happy wit day marriage. Pops tryn'a beat her down and make her have a miscarriage. My cousin shoots the needle she be gone for days. She on that da ah diesel she gone end up wit aids. I told her I love her but you know what she said to me. Everybody got a gay or atleast one dope fiend in they family. You ain't the only one wit a reject in yo family. That's real. The reasoned the reasoned that we are seasoned. Seasoned that we fill our paper want disappear. Ohe hey it's been a long time in the bay. with God on our side we have somethin' to say. and the and through the hard times we survive the game. Survive the game. If y'all smell onions dat's my arms potent. the reason I'm musty is 'caus ewe ain't got no mo' deordorant. The laughing stock patna we aint got no cash. Feet stinking through my shoes in p.e. class. I'm thriznew wit biznieng brizoke. I'm about to hiznit the griznind and if I git popped it ain't half no more. it's eighty percent of my time. But that's ah cha ah chance that I'm a have to ah take. Today my son birthday and I can't even buy a cake. I'm so damn through ah through I had a j.o.b. You want me to cut my perm oh y'all gone ave to fire me. My fellow just got out da joint that he might be o.k.. But my fellow got out and got stabbed twenty-six times that same damn day. Who wanted to git dunked on in the the flatlands. it ain't never too late patna. All we need is a piece of plywood and a milk carton crate. What about dat shopping basket you know I'm smart. We can gone take the wheels off that and ma ah make a go cart. Yo peoples blessed you I started from a quarter ounce. You came in the dope game wit a silver spoon up in yo' mouth. Why we gotta gamble maine. We hurtin' you got all the bucks. In the ghetto we play dominoes for push ups. The reasoned the reasoned that we are seasoned. Seasoned that we fill our paper won't disappear. Ohe it's been a long time in the bay. with God on our side we have somethin' to say. and the and through the hard times we survive the game