Damn, take a ride, to my block My block, that's right! Heh F'real on my motherfucking block They got a nigga sheddin' tears, reminiscin' on my past fears 'Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath, the underlyin' cause of my arrest My life is stressed And no rest, forever weary My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery Shit's scary, our black on black crime legendary But at times unnecessary, I'm gettin' worried Teardrops and closed caskets, the Three Strikes Law is drastic And certain death for us, ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested but open fire? Life in the pen ain't for me, 'cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares for us, niggas on welfare And who cares if we survive? The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin' on a four-five My neighborhood ain't the same 'Cause all the little babies goin' crazy or they're sufferin' in the game And I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love, niggas give me props Forever hop, 'cause it don't stop on my block Living life is but a dream Hard times is all we see (on my block!) Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still pray But on our block we still pray Now shit's constantly hot On my block, it never fails to be gunshots Can't explain a mother's pain when her son drops Black male livin' in hell, when will we prevail? Fearin' jail, but crack sales got me livin' well In a sense, I'm suicidal with this Thug's Life Stayin' strapped, forever trapped in this drug life God help me, 'cause I'm starvin', can't get a job So I resort to violent robbings, my life is hard Can't sleep 'cause all the dirt make my heart hurt Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers Misled from childhood, where I went astray Till this day I still pray for a better way Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroken From the start, I felt the racism 'cause I'm dark Couldn't quit, the bullshit make me represent Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home on my block Living life is but a dream Hard times is all we see (on my block!) Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still pray But on our block we still pray And I can't help but wonder why so many young kids had to die Caught strays from AK's in a drive-by Swollen pride and homicide don't coincide Brothers cry for broken lives, mama, come inside 'Cause our block is filled with danger Used to be a close-knit community, but now we're all cold strangers Time changes us to stone, then crack pipes All up and down the block exterminatin' black life But I can't blame the dealers My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels Shit's real, I know ya feel my tragedy A single mother with a problem child, daddy free Hanging out picking up game, sipping cheap liquor Gamin' the hoochies hoping I can get to sleep with her It's a man's world, staying strapped Fantasies of a nigga living phat, but held back Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless Wide eyed and losin' focus on my block Living life is but a dream Hard times is all we see (on my block!) Every block is kinda mean (What's up to all the homies? When I first got some pussy was when I got) But on our block we still pray (it was at 112th and 7th avenue) (On my motherfucking block) But on our block we still pray And block parties in the projects lastin' way past daylight A young nigga learned to break night Used to play fight with my homies, but they stuck in the pen I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind I see the same motherfuckers ballin' Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, misses call I know the young niggas understand this Growin' up in this world where everything is scandalous I reminisce on the fast times, past crimes Tryin' to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime Can't explain just what attracts me to this dirty game Gold chains, some extra change and the street fame And what's strange is that everybody knows my name, swear they all know me And lots of cash make a nigga change I hit the green just to maintain, feelin' pain For all the niggas that I lost to the game from my block (Motherfuckers can't lie, tho) (Outta all them) (Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers who passed away) (From all the blocks that I'm from) (1-12 street, 7th Avenue, New York, uptown, know what I'm sayin'?) (183rd and Walt, my block, that's right) (122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right) (Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right) (In the jungle of Marin City, that's my block, that's right) (Los Angeles, haha, that's my block too) (Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure) (And all the other blocks around this motherfucker) (Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago) (All y'all niggas stay kickin' up dust) (Represent the motherfucking block)