You know its a sin a young brotha grows up
Livin a life of crime and restitution not givin a #%@&
He's pressin his luck and now he's stuck in the getto
His moms and dad they sold they're souls to the devil

Now whats a boy to do he hadn't a clue to his problems
He'd better grab his balls he's climbing the walls tryin to solve them
A brotha's on a struggle
Its kickin his ass because its hard
He's tryin to find a way
Its time to pray, he's lookin for god...

He dropped out of school
He's on the road of growin up
He ain't graduating and his mom and givin a #%@&
She always said he wouldn' t amount to shit
She pictured him shacking up with some triflin ass trick
Now he's trying to change these visions that she had...
But you know its hard growin up without a dad
These negative roads has made him cold inside
By any means necessary now his plan to survive

While standing on a corner he has time to think
While hiding a gun, his mind now is on the brink
He know's deep down this aint the way he wants to live
But the way its lookin
Somethin man has got to give
He looks up at the sky and for some reason he says thank ya
Acknowledgent for where he's at.... go figure...

A Small Town Gangsta....