Yo, son it's real, you know what I'm saying?A man is often condemned or exalted by his words, you know?That's why we feelin' my niggas going through the struggleQB-Brooklawn, y'all niggas hold on, if you can't hold onHang on, you know?Yo, I seen it all, coke rise and kingdoms fallProfits in sneaker boxes, riches hidden between the wallsThe hood agony, I'm one of the few who ever understood tragedyBatteries not included in my music or holding up my spinal cordNiggas be lyin' on wax, committing vinyl fraudDenyin' the fact, they never slung or fired a gatMega's tongue is ghetto, dun, helloWhere I'm from is the crime and graffiti and NYPDBroken glass, .44's, open casketsShorty ballers pop shit when they rock hits the basketThe only life we know, I flow so precisely, thoughMy chain got the icy glowB-Mer Jeep shine with Lorenzos shine brightly, yoLaugh now, cry later, one day I might be brokeAnd tellin' niggas I need coke, shit is realSee the good Lord giveth and he taketh awayBut niggas talk it and don't live it, then they forced to payI'm just trying to be a man in this poison landForgive me, Father, they forced my handSee the good Lord giveth and he taketh awayBut niggas talk it and don't live it, then they forced to payI'm just trying to be a man in this poison landForgive me, Father, they forced my handYo, visualize Mahdi as a shorty, Fidel Castro, snotty nose, nappy afroNever realized in due time what I would have, though, yoBefore I spit at a ho I used to bag up blowLittle bastard rockin' Pumas under two tonesAs we roam from the streets to the group home, yoWatchin' mob flicks, clappin' at imaginary targetsAdolescents up in Spofford, facing hardshipNewborns grew up on Anita Baker songsIn the 'hood, wonderin' why the police hate us allUp late nights waiting for the next day to fallWe're up late nights waiting for the next day to fallMy stomach hurtin', still searchin' for a way outOn an Island where P.C. was a gay houseMade my first board, stabbin' niggas on the way outI knew cats who got bagged they first day out, yoSee the good Lord giveth and he taketh awayBut niggas talk it and don't live it, then they forced to payI'm just trying to be a man in this poison landForgive me, Father, they forced my handSee the good Lord giveth and he taketh awayBut niggas talk it and don't live it, then they forced to payI'm just trying to be a man in this poison landForgive me, Father, they forced my handYo, Trag, we been down for years(Word)From rappin' in the 'hood to promising careersIt's all good, the rap game is new to meThe crack game true to me(My life)Accept the consequencesAnd the blood money crueltyYo, remember you and me? Back in the daysYou had a sheepskin, I had a goose and Pumas in gray(You remember that shit)We even did the same dorm in C-74More than boys we were fuckin' outlawsIf I could break you out the courtroom and clap through reportersKidnap the jurors and whack all their daughtersThe Montanas, Al Po's and Rich PortersMandela time get smacked with two quartersA life speed fuckin' with cracks and weedYo, I sniffed so much coke, I froze with nosebleedsJumpin' over snow cliffs without the skis(Shit is crazy, yo)Then I saw shit was real and I switched my steezSee the good Lord giveth and he taketh awayBut niggas talk it and don't live it, then they forced to payI'm just trying to be a man in this poison landForgive me, Father, they forced my handSee the good Lord giveth and he taketh awayBut niggas talk it and don't live it, then they forced to payI'm just trying to be a man in this poison landForgive me, Father, they forced my handSee the good Lord giveth and he taketh awayBut niggas talk it and don't live it, then they forced to payI'm just trying to be a man in this poison landForgive me, Father, they forced my handSee the good Lord giveth and he taketh awayBut niggas talk it and don't live it, then they forced to payI'm just trying to be a man in this poison landForgive me, Father, they forced my handTrials and tribulations, you gotta shine regardless to what nah mean?All of my niggas growin' up strugglin' word, I see y'all out thereLive ya life, man, stick your chest out, against all oddsYou can handle that shit, if you couldn't handle itIt wouldn't fall on you, man, believe that, nah mean?Strap your shit up, pa, keep it moving, shit ain't nothin'We live this, son, word, that's what we do nigga, y'all feel that?