"you have the right to remian silent", then i heir the loyer tellen the judge i am his client, now i am sitten in jail were time seems to stand still, damn i wish i wasnot so hungry for the dolar bill, mom allwaya wonted to see A's on my reportcard, all she got was me in jail for selling hard, liven my life night bye night, builden my respect up fight bye fight, i did not see the pain i was causen my family, till my mom stoped sayen she loved me, when that happened i whent looken for love in all the wrong places, useing sex, drugs, and money to fill in all my empty spaces, but no matter how hard i tryed, for some reason everynight i cryed, for my homeboys that got taken at a young age, some of them were destined to be on stage, but this game called the streets, fucked around and tolk there last heartbeats, we all walk the streets looken for the feins fienen, but some of us end up lyen in the strreets bleeden, i could not tell you why most of us play this dangeruse game, i know i play it for the money, respect, and fame, all you need to come up is a little bit of strret credit, best believe i got mine bye going out and geting it, i am standing on the corner stareing into this puddle, i just wont to say thankyou for listening to my struggle.