this is ghetto reality in texas. you see i am what i am
i'm a survivor of the struggle
single mama with half a job
the only role model i had
was a ounce of that white powder
i don't brag about the struggles
you don't know the pain i went through
cause i earned everything that i got
i hear em with they cape talk
they thinking that my life
they gon get what they deserve
what goes around comes around
so partna you been warned
in the midst of all the trouble
will follow the storm man
if i got the right to recite what i spit
cause i've never been indicted
all types of crisis and shit
to try to slide in the mix
see i'm fighting negative bars
i knew it wouldn't be easy
but no one said it be hard
i mean the evil in the heart of these men
if i'll ever see the reward
it's kind of hard to remember your goals
i played the cards that i was given
and never listen to those
cause they inner soul is bitter and cold
and folk get destroyed by do'
to get it is a beautiful feeling
then blow a dick cause it's a mutual feeling
think they know where i been
cause of the position i'm in
they know slim thug a hustler
they can hold my cotail in
but i ain't the type to play that roll
it's just a matter of time
i done witnessed all type
from my family to my friends
how much a lil' change bring change
and people ain't the same
they quick to holla at you capping now
see them the type of folks
you need to be packing round
cause first time to miss em
trying to pull em a stunt