but not enough to smell hope,13 years old my beloved mother had just passed
i started puffin grass,drinkin 40s cuttin class,my father always used to beat on me
and bust my ass repeatedly,i couldnt wait to get a change of scenery
i never had a dream,nobody believed in me
these mean streets are the only thing i seem to be,im 16 being free chewin vikes and perks
caught an oc habit quick,and my life got worse,cause now im sick unless i get a pill
so my head is filled with thiefs schemes,my tolerance i let it build
but when street dreams and quick cash is difficult,you find you get the same high cheap from sniffin dope
now im shootin with the neighborhood people,nobody could save me from evil,im a slave to the needle
im too young"
SLAINE
