{Verse 1}
No place to go, no one to lean on
Sittin in a room thinkin deep all your dreams are gone
Never had a father figure to talk to or teach
You never been in my shoes so how can you preach?
Here's the story of a young gang-banga the neighborhood dope slanga
Makin his money living life under danger
One day he killed a brother in cold blood
Sprayed him in his ? and wrapped his body in a rug
Made his boy burn him up and dared any nigga to trip
If they did you'd see a body shape floatin in a ditch
He kidnapped a brother for 20 G's
Shot him from his knees to his chest and sat back and watched him bleed
We knew a man he had a wife and two kids
He had a job but smoking rocks is what he did
He used to borrow money just to get a hit
Sold his tv, microwave, car keys and lost his kids
Because his wife left and went to her mother she had a feeling that the stuff would get alot rougher
He couldn't page her and get back his cash; Johnny got mad and put a hit out on em real fast
They got his wife and her children with a Tec and they found her husband dead with a knife hangin from his neck
Johnny used to do alot of ruthless crimes
Just to make a dime another case of the Crucial Times
Just a couple of stories about the neighborhood drug dealer; a low-life and killer
A son's drama

{Chorus}

In this life we make some choices that we learn to regret
Why does life have to be so hard?
Out of control, couldn't be told
Wind up in a hole
Why does life have to be so hard?

{Verse 2}

He's a gangsta not a pranksta
A hustla that'll kill you
And laugh like a clown after buckshots fill you
No religion in his life cuz the devil got him goin
Melons gettin peeled while the money commence to flowin
But he had a bad habit; Cocaine he had to have it
And he's gonna get it cuz he grips an automatic
He's ? he's swinging his life has no meaning
Huntin for the rocks man planning and scheming
His momma heartbroken cuz she knew her son was mad
And one day her little baby's gonna be layin in a bodybag
Oh what a drag the family all sad
(Unknown line)
He's shrinking and he's shrinking fast as the days pass
The drama got him deep so he creeps on the glass
Momma boy, highroller, then a fiend
Dont care about his own life so what yours mean?
He's an addict the pipe he had to have it
Bring on the static cuz he crazy for a crack hit
His mind swept, he showin signs of death
The boy needs help the concept gets deeper in depth
He left beamin with nothin but his pipe
The family dont want him but his mom is there every night
Suicide on his mind for what he's accomplished
Doin drugs and killin people beatin on his conscience
So he ?, leaned on the bed
Pulled out a Glock and shot himself in the head

{Verse 3}

Nobody heard the gunshot; the boy had his eyes wide open and his brain splattered blood on the ceiling
Call it a nightmare another dead brotha but the world dont care
His mother came in, just making it off work
Went to the bathroom and heard the music blastin in the other room
She opened up her son's door
Seen his body, blood everywhere layin on the floor
She started screamin sayin "God why me?"
And sat down shakin couldn't even call the police
She finally called and the ambulance came
Put Johnny on a stretcher and scooped up his brain
They found a note on the bed; "Im better off dead"
Thats what the letter read
Now its the end of the week
Saturday morning everybody went to the funeral storming
We all cried as they played "Its So Hard To Say Goodbye to Yesterday"
We viewed the body and we sat down, sheddin tears
Looked at his mama screamin, some couldn't take it
A couple of guys came in and gave his mom a hug
Because a time like this requires lots of love
They went to view the body, pulled out a Tec, sprayed him in the face, flipped the casket and stomped Johnny
The people ran and his momma had a heart attack
And she layed down dead on her back
Its a cryin shame bout this dope game
No respect for life is all you're gonna gain
This situation is based on a true story
Now im asking God for glory
A son's drama