Just in case you was wondering
I did make the beat


Verse 1
Yeah, cause we just (children of the world)
And they wonder why we bang

Cause police do the same, that's the only rival gang
I'm just sitting here, praying to my father
Tired of today, forever scared of tomorrow

Where's a scale I could borrow?
Cause living ain't cheap
I dropped out of school, pops, cause college ain't free

Plus college ain't me
Sitting in the class
Questions rushing in my brain but I'm too proud to ask

Take it all in stride, teacher talking physics
And I just want to be fly
What good is a degree when there's no jobs to apply?

And fast food won't do cause you overqualified
I'm feeling like hustling
Tired of the foodstamps and budgeting

Running in so much work, we school-bus it in
God and our wrist the only things we be trusting in
All else fails, I'm in a casket like $#&@ it then

Either get rich or die poor
^!$$% fell short and got jammed, but he tried though
I'm pretty sure my first words were "survival"

Looking for the answers to my problems in the Bible
Cause we just (children of the world)
Try and decode all the secrets

My conversations with God always seem leave him speechless
And even when I was at my worst like "we got to make this work"
My girl found time to leave me

Too broke to give a $#&@, though
My past relationships got me like "What up, ho?"
I'm just bitter, I ain't asking what you $#&@ for

Thats disrespectful, I admit
I was just saying, if you wonder why I call you "(*##$"
Cause we just (children of the world)

Guess I look up to the pimps
I ain't saying it wasn't wrong, but they had the freshest fits
The cars and the broads and the kicks

Is something to strive for when you ain't never had %#@!
I'm feeling like what the $#&@
They want my soul like my ancestors' ain't enough

If I can't trust my own government, who can I trust?
If I abuse myself daily, who can I love?
Shorty might have AIDS like who can I $#&@?

Sure enough that'll be the day that the rubber bust or I have a kid
Deprived of all the things that my father did
Cause the momma was a groupie and I was on some rapper %#@!

They gave me Hell like I asked for it
Signing everything under the sun but they ain't after K.R.I.T
I guess I didn't swag enough

Stupid fruity pebble chain, Louis bag enough
Popping tags, model (*##$es, couldn't brag enough
Bubba Kushy stupid loud pack, jet lag enough

Steady acting like I ain't had enough
Ten chains on your neck like you ain't flash enough
I wreck so many times, I guess I ain't crash enough

On the track like a pusher of crack, bag it up
I tell these ^!$$%s to back it up
My (*##$ like scarves, gave the Louis rag to her

'Sace shades on my eyes like I ain't seeing the hate
Too fresh to death, I couldn't attend the wake
That's too lyrical, he been round busting

Mississippi? Well, he don't sound Southern
He be down cousin it's since '05, I swear
The game's a pound of Reggie

So anything I sell's a breath of fresh air
Yeah, $#&@ with me