[Verse 1]
I can't hear my parents are speaking
I don't know what my teachers are teaching
Everyone I know says school is bull
But they the ones getting in trouble and breaking rules
I'm getting D's and F's
While other brothers catching 1 to 3 for theft
They say it's all about making that dough
But they ride in low riders and pimp ho's
But I ain't got money or hot heat
Except for my brother's stash under his car-seat
I hear about that story "From Rags to Riches"
They used to be poor, but now they got a lot of bitches
I hear the younger kids gotta hold a lot of coke
In order to prove themselves to older folks
Homeboys just trying to get their ways
To get cash flow and whatever pays
In fact yesterday I saw Taylor stick-up a liquor store
Now he got big bucks and a lot of slut whores
Then he said kid don't be a snitch
Left the crime scene and his posse ditched
I can make big bucks if I could be that guy
I just gotta gut-up to say hi
I don't know if he even skips, or attends school
Maybe I can get a job or two
And I'll be down with his crew
No pool, just a puddle of chances
Living in the ghetto, I gotta work my finances

[Verse 2]
Down the street I was walking
I hear a lot of chatter and talking
And here's Taylor with his bitches and guns
Acting slick, he has thick chicks and a lump sum
I ain't fronting, so I try to say a little something
Set things straight, by that time I was at the gate
So I gut-up and say " hey, nice stick-up at the shop
You were pretty sneaky not getting assed-up by any cops"
And he talks about me not snitching
Said I was cool, I just needed a bit mincing
Then I talk about how I could help stick-up or be down
I'm trying to act serious, not play a clown
(Yeah)
And by the time the bell rang
I was a-okay in the gang, down to hang
I'm ready to bust shots and go like bang!
Then he said tomorrow to meet at the b-ball courts
To get some gloves and a backpack Jan sport
So now I'm down for getting ill and crime
And he told me the time half past nine

[Verse 3]
So it was nine and I left out my window
Heading for the courts after playing Nintendo
By the time I got there, Taylor was on the benches
Gave me a nine, and said trust my senses
I looked back and said where's the rest of the crew?
And he said they'll be here soon
And he said we going to shoot a guy named Blue
To me it sounded real familiar
But right now the goods need to be delivered
So we waited as time passed by
And here was our guy
He slammed the door of the honda, and took a few steps
We gripped our guns, and readied to get big reps
I didn't have guts until now
We pulled the trigger and went like Pow!
Some guys ran out the shoe-store
Right after the dude's blood rushed the floor
And the day after the shit was all over the news
Fast forward like a week, my name's on the street, G
Peeps look to me, and girls wanna meet me
Now I got a rep, and I have big booty bitches
The only thing left to get is a car, I got hit those groovy switches
But now by the time I get home
Besides my mother and my thoughts, I'm all alone
I haven't seen my brother in ten days
He's usually back in 3,4,5, I don't think he's okay
And now, this thought just happened spark
On the TV, I think I saw his car parked
On the same block, just a brother in shock
What's my mother to do?
When she find's out I shot my own brother blue?