Found your way in the world, young world/you from the slum where no crumbs go unserved/not a pebble or a rock goes unturned/just one word you heard, that's 'RUN'/guns, drugs, sex, anything that sells/vices don't need help, "the shit sells itself”/thats what them older dudes said/said, "hold these sugar cubes," and fronted you some bread/like, "go get you some head, get clean, get new jeans and a new pair of kicks/Shit little man you gotta keep up appearances”/and you ain't really know what you did to merit this/ since your pops died, his name is your only inheritance/every last one of your mom's marriages split/Latch key kid, no one knows where your parents is/the Clarences, Terrance and Aaron is kin/took you in and they fed you, saved you embarrassment/you can't say no to runnin' little drug errands, shit/the rabbit got the gun, fuck the carrot sticks and fuck school/these streets is Hard Knocks accredited/”May I please?" nah--"Take and take” is the etiquette/"Lets get it little Eric, bake this cake and share it"/and as the years tick, you start to live that rhetoric/embody that swag, steez snug as a fitted glove/ and when the judge asks, say you "Did it for Love." Verse
Chee Malabar:
Found your way in the world young lad/the product of a rapist dad/you was raised in that rapists pad/cause your mom swallowed shots from that mag/Suicidal, feelin' there's a crime grown' inside her/she grew up in the church and her Bible can't decipher/…between sinner and victim/beside her mama thought your mama hot for them big men/she ain't listen she ain't ask/if she did she'd know your mom's stepfather is your dad/and you came into the world with all that in your past/ by the time that you six, she turnin' tricks for a livin'/gettin' broken off, smoking' rocks, in and out of prison/bouts with religion, god damn she can't forgive HIM/and that rapist too, plus your face is dude's/everytime you try and kiss her, she fakes the flu.
