Sometimes I wonder. Man how long is it gon' be for my people to come out. Man we strugglin it's hard sometimes but. Tomorrow's better than yesterday uhh. [The Game]. I was born in the slums struggled from day one. Ray Charles vision blinded by the light from the sun. No navigation no sense of direction darker complexion. made it hard to live; dad how you fathered your kids?. Stranded on the highway of life left us out to die left us out to dry. Shhhh I'm still here my mother's cries. Nigga no father figures make harder niggaz. Through the years went to war with niggaz from what I saw in the picture. Now your son is bigger 13 but just like you. Moms said I would grow up and be just like you. From what you did to my sister she disliked you. Sixteen eleventh grade look at me just like you. Gunnin for riches runnin hoppin project fences. Street corners to Arizona how I earn my digits. And I'm far from finished gamin 'til my coffee diminish. Why pray for the afterlife when mines just beginnin huh. [The Game]. Only son by our mother no brothers only sisters by this one. Every time I kissed one I missed one let me explain. Eight years before the game everything came with pain. Watch the fate of my family slain would never see good times a-gayn. Cursed with pain by a nigga with no shame. My father that have the same name as his father. My grandfather wouldn't believe he pulled up our family tree. I can see him rollin over in his coffin. I'm left with often thoughts of how could you molest your daughter. They say that's ten times worse than manslaughter. Man you oughta be dead in a grave. But it wasn't my call so instead you sat in a cage. High-powered two-hundred and fifty pound six-five coward. Woulda been dead in an hour. Heard you was scared to take a shower scared of the yard. Your end is near you shoulda been scared of God motherfucker