puffin on lye 
hopin that it gets me high
gotta ni**a goin krazy
i feel krazy

/chorus/
time goes by
puffin on lye
hopin that it gets me high
gotta ni**a goin krazy
i feel krazy

last year was a hard one
but life goes on
bumpin my head against the wall
learned the right
from wrong
they say my
ghetto instumental
detramental to kids
as if they can't see
the misery
in which they live
blame me for the outcome
bann my records
check it
you don't to bump this
but please respect it
i took a minus
and now the hard times 
are behind us
turn it to a plus
now they stuck
livin blinded
hennessey
got me feelin bad
time to stop drinkin
rollin in my 
drop-top jag
what that cop thinkin
sittin in my car
watchin the stars
and smoke
i came a long way but
still i got so
far to go
dear momma
don't woory
i'm a watch
for snakes
tell Satch
that i love her
but its hard today
i got her letter
that she sent me
and i cried for weeks
this what came out 
when i tried to spek
all i heard was

/chorus/(x2)

i see bloods and crips
runnin up the hill
lookin for a better way
my brothers and sisters
it's time to bail
even thug ni**as pray
hopin god hear me
i've entered the game
look how much
i changed
i;m no longer innocent
casualties and fame
made a lot  of money
seen a lot of places
and i swear
i seen a peaceful smile
on my momma's face
when i gave her the keys
to her own house
shown her
how her only son
done became a man
watchin the city
i love my people
do or die
but i wonder why
we scared to let 
eachother fly
june 1-6-7-1 (june 16,'71)
the day
momma push me out her womb
told me ni**a get paid
noone can understand me
the black sheep
outcasted from my family
now packin heat
i run the streets
a young runaway
i live for the day
when i die
i can hear 'em say

/chorus/

god help me out here
cause i'm possesed
i need the
root of all evil
for my stress
cause moneys like
a strong perscription drug
it's got me addicted
to the pleasure and pain
it inflicts
somethin about the paper
and the pictures
of the presidents
dead
damn its like
a mutha f**kin plague
that spread
it's epidemic forgotten
forgotten it got worse
i keep my head on striaght
makin money
cause this curse
makin money makes a diffrence
day by day
so i gotta stay
paid no doubt
day in and day out
this life is like 
a vision cycle
called fightin to live
no matter how hard you try
some day you gotta die
a lot of my peers
didn't make it
through the years
to come
still life do 'em
right or did like
we done
who has the answers i wonder
turn to my elders
the aged and experienced
but they can't
even tell ya
or tell me
that they'll be
light at the end of the road
(why?)cause they
don't even know
a million thangs
run throuhg my mind
you ain't gotta be
in jail to be
doin time

/chorus/(x4)