It's been twenty-two long hard years, I'm still strugglin',
Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival,
I peep at the shape of the street,
And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep,
A man with a dream with plans to make cream
Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not touch