Tell You a Story

Somebody help him that boy ain't tripping
He really misunderstood
Addicted to doing bad
But he trying to get out the hood
Life as an adolescent
Got him stressing back in the day
Now he paranoid
Ducking and dodging to get away
You would think a hard life
Is what he prayed to have
Everytime he reached out for love
There was nobody he could grab
That's why he was cold inside
He took his pain as strive
With a 4-5, minus one to stay alive
A ghetto baby is what he was
His uncle was doing drugs
And left him to be a thug
On the corner with nigga slugs
His brother was locked up
And mama was stressed out he was a good kid
Until reality turned him out
20 years old, on the way to becoming a man
Live in another world
People would never understand
Loving to be alone
Feeling like he would meet the end
The good life, was never part of the plan

Let me tell you a story, bout a dude I know
With so much pain in his heart
It wouldn't show
And he never knew when his life, was gon go
Everytime he'd step out
He grabbed the fo'-fo'
Let me tell you a story, bout a dude I know
With so much pain in his heart
It wouldn't show
Everybody he knew, was living so shife
But he kept on moving, trying to live life

Now he running the block
With a pocket full of rocks, missing FED time
And watching hating niggas
So he don't wind up with dead time
Cause everything he got
That nigga rightfully earned
Get in his way behind his paper
He was subject to leave you burned
Plus he running with a click of guerillas
That's living shife and hated life
The only way out was to pay the price
He was ready for whatever
Decisions he made his own
And since they pissed him off
He would prolly be moving alone
Doing his own thang
To hell with the consequences
Real ran through his blood
And them niggas payed attention
He wanted to get it together
But it was prolly too late
He took the wrong turn
And that's what decided his fate
It wasn't his fault
But that's how the game done got him
Swallowed him up and left him
To be on the rock bottom
Without no say-so, a victim of circumstance
Put in a situation, begging for a hand

Nowhere to turn nowhere to go
So he contemplate suicide
Mentally out of line
Needing help but he got pride
He got a child on the way
But his baby mama don't want him
Cause he broke without a job
And probation be leaning on him
Three strikes
And he heated to live in the penitentiary
Believe me it get lonely
To niggas without a family
He might get lost to the system
Or might get shanked in a bed
The thought of calling it quit's
Gotta be running through his head
He don't know what to do
He praying he in a dream
Waking up in a cold sweat
To be shaking it like a fiend
But he can't get away
So he be running out his mind
People looking for him
So he know he running out of time
One of three things can happen
He can run or wind up dead
Or go out on his own, with a 44 to the head
No one ever really knew
Cause ain't nobody seen him since
He disappeared in the night, with no evidence