Dis Life

Holding this head up,
thru the pain of this thug life,
wondering if this is what life is,
juss all this pain and strife..
not knowing if tomorro,
will be the day i die,
too weak to face the fact,
yet man enuff to cry...
people dyin all around me,
faith just seems too far away,
so i cant pray for an answer,
im juss taking it day after day...
some say its the "hood"
that makes the world worse,
i say its the government,
that didnt save us from this curse...
walking thru the streetlight,
cant stop u might get shot,
homies try to front u,
tryin to see juss what u got.
fall back dont play that game,
u know youll neva win,
so we gotta let them abuse us,
and juss get up again,
thas bullshit,
it aint supposed to be that way,
but its iight juss fight it,
ther'll be a betta day...