It seems like my life been cursed ever since I was a child
And how will I make it?
I won't, that's how
I walk around with a frown I got no reason to smile
And how will I make it?
I won't, that's how
Aiyo times is rough I had to grow up foul
And how will I make it?
I won't, that's how
But do I deserve it
All I try to do was live the one life that I got
But it seems that I can't get a fair shot
I just can't take it
And everyday I ask myself
How will I make it?
Word up man it's real rough out here man
In the ghetto all that remains for us is
Wait for a better tomorrow
But it gets no better it's only getting worse
Word up