Aye, lemme kick some real quick You know, my father say Why you think the old man walk around outside? He said that I was dead, locked up and still in a house I hate these folks, got for us just 'cause we got color There's a beautiful side to everything but the history of the south is just Black children dying too young, too quickly He said: We still fightin', just breathe Lemme tell you where I'm from, uh Dirty south baby, gettin' paper since a youngster Jittabugs run round in my city with the monsters Used to live on baker where you might just see a baser getting naked by the dumpsters Hell nah, used to hear my mama crying talking through the jail phone Pissed off 'bout a bih, knowing damn well that's my damn fault Never was a rich boy, never let my hair down Used to keep my hair long Now I keep it low What'chu know, I heard you never been around my way, that's for sho We used to see them niggas everyday, now they gone Keep daedae on my mind Why'd you have to take him home, lord I ain't ever wanna let 'em go, that's my homeboy Still at Robles park, praying that I see his ghost I hope I get to make it out these woods with my folks I hope I get this money and get everything I want Lemme tell you where I'm from, uh Dirty south baby, gettin' paper since a youngster Jittabugs run round in my city with the monsters Used to live on baker where you might just see a baser getting naked by the dumpsters Hell nah, used to hear my mama crying talking through the jail phone Pissed off 'bout a bih, knowing damn well that's my damn fault Never was a rich boy, never let my hair down Used to keep my hair long Now I keep it low What have I done? What have I become? Darlin', I think that I am Far too gone Won't be long, uh 'Til I reach my end Father, I need some time with you Can you help me breathe? Whatever I say It never gets away 'Cause everyone's looking at me