To my dogs flippin' weight and behind gates
Callisthenic get me right so I'll be nice up
Doing what you gotta do to feed ya seeds
Next little niggie got shot up on Bristol
You can get your life got in day the or the dark
That came to see Tek and Steele whenever they could
Strictly trees, strictly trees
Tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall
'Cause the streets of New York ain't just a walk in the park
Beware of the tricks and the fool paradise
Bless me wit protection as the years pass by
But remember the struggle continues after the vengeance
Rock the shines that I rock, make my life clock stop
I said nah son not that, that's too simple
'Nother little niggie lock, 'cause they blew the whistle
This little niggie be hard to find
Stayin' alive strivin' wit my people
There's a war goin' on outside and in my mental
'Cause the streets of New York ain't no walk in the park
Went to North Carolina, they showed us love
One little niggie on the block sellin' crystal
To search for tomorrow got us walkin' the streets
Tryin' to stand strong, tryin' not to fall
Conqueror, mighty rasta
But death me fear not, 'cause the most high guides I
I'm just tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall
For ya need, do whatever the deed
Went over to GA, people showed me love
Get up, get dressed and prepare for war
I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat
'Cause when you feel fit ya feel nice
Last little niggie did the same bitch shit his little sister
Mind don't makin' it in this day and time
Yo the war's wit everything outside your door
It's a rude awakening but it's more in store
For my dogs in a cut
To search for tomorrow got us walkin' the streets
In days of our lives we strive to make ends meet
Ain't tryin' to mix nothin' wit my leaves
Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef
Watch who ya fuck wit, watch what you get into
Gettin' drunk and how wonderin' what does gettin' bent do?
Do what we have to criminal or legal
Maintain stayin' strong
Who wish to ambush me when I leave the weed spot
I give thanks when I rise up, open my eyes up
In days of our lives they try to make ends meat
Even went to California and got love from thugz
Want to get, what I got, roll the lah that I cop
Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef
As I meditate and demonstrate, verbal earthquakes
Livin' street life, put the stash on Jakes
Let no man steel from the pocket peel for ya
Like the wicked minded youth with them gun pound clocked
Watch shiesty ass bitches and the next man grieves
Breakin' down like a junky with a case of shakes
Gotta maintain 'cause the sun don't chill
And it's all good big up to all the neighborhood
I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat
Mr. Ripper from the star to the hills it's all real
Swift wanna ball breakin' day wit us
When I walk through Brooklyn, people show me love
Last week my man put a pistol to his temple
Tryin' to stand strong, tryin' not to fall
Day breaks sneaks upon my camp once more
