I Come From

I come from 53rd street Where people’s hearts cold but tote heat Where drug paraphernalia lay beside big wheels Where feelings are depression, but everyone feels the way you feel.…

I come from the Hood Where all dumb s*** go on at I come from the Hood Where people do not make it out some time but where you’re from…

Livin’ that fast life. Always worrying about how to get the fast money Fast jewels, clothes and cars Like life is a playground and I’m just hangin’ on the monkey…

Tryin’ to open my door from in my cell No visits, no commissary in livin in hell. While the walls are closing in on me On lock in 17 cell…

It’s no other feeling that compares, To being able to triumph To win, while you’re used to losing To relax, when you’re used to doing. Being able to stand up…