My Life — текст песни (Chris Ward)

From C. Ward to you nigga, uh..

[Chris Ward]
It`s not real to be hard, in fact it`s hard to be real
And you gotta been through it, to know how I feel
I stood still plenty of times, my back against the wall
Crying for help, but nobody answered my call
And all I can do is reminisce, when I was a kid
Growing up, there`s a lot I could of changed that I did
And now, I intend to adjust myself
Though I`m grown I still hear voices whispering, (can I trust myself)
I use to wanna grab for a gun, and bust myself
But that ain`t right, and Lord knows I would of disgust myself
I had to move alone, and prove `em wrong
They John Q`s boy, showed that I`m too strong
I`m from the small section, we call the Y-Stone
Where our world and lifestyle, spins fast as a cyclone
And it seems, everytime one of my dogs get home
It`s like five-six-seven or eight, others get gone
And I know that it`s hard, out here
I hate to complain, but Lord I swear
I`m just trying to hold on, better yet I`m trying to keep it together
I got the puzzle, but I can`t seem to put these pieces together
I`m on that other shit, that born and raised in the gutter shit
Where most of these niggaz come up, trying to slang that butter shit
There`s no longer a war on Iraq, there`s a war on the black
Right now in every ghetto, there`s a war on crack
See, the moral of my story is
There`s nothing out here, that can make you notorious
Cause money don`t make the man, just make what he got
But materialistically, that`s what most folk think it`s about and that`s fucked up

(*talking*)
Uh, I wanna send some shout out`s right quick, yeah
Holla at my little sisters and, J-Weezy, what`s up Jenny
Saqoia got ya, this one right here for y`all, Kiesh`
Cindo, Lil` Nick, my big sister Nicola, Whitebread Peckerwood