The Kid`s Life

1st verse
Brought up in those Boogie down ways, I wouldn't trade it in for nothing
Head knocking so hard had niggas heads bunting
Move your mind out position rival crews on a mission
Striking at each till one was beat into submission
Talk got around it’s best that you learn, watch and listen
Stitch your lip up, refrain from those bumping gums snitching
Here today gone tomorrow another man missing
Turning up weeks later by an old man fishing
Yo! That how some was leaving out the hood
Come on fam now tell me how that's all good?
A young black soul whose body temperature turned cold
A whole life ahead of him not even 30 years old
I love The Bronx with my heart and my soul it's unconditional
Flows through my cells and radiates through my physical
Climbing up the ladder called life it’s getting critical
Status majestic moved up from being miserable

2nd verse
It seems like niggas had nine lives just like the ways of a feline
I'm from the cypher era peons couldn't see mines
In front of Stevo where mad dudes tried to meet dimes
Ate a grilled cheese sandwich from where mom's got off the cheese line
Karate flicks on channel 5 on a Saturday
We copied the movies that we saw niggas exaggerate
With Chinese slippers a fake gee and a ninja mask
Doing acrobatic moves till one bust his ass
It was funny, niggas went from that to getting money
Not the legal way of course, check the history sonny
Tried to step their gear up Dougie Fresh from being bummy
A mean of survival putting food up in their tummy
But with that child friendships collapsed
And decent neighborhoods got wiped off the map
The crack fever blanket the block and it was rigid
Turned to a war zone the murder rate in triple digits

3rd Verse
A lower class population that's popping on the block and
On the streets made opportunities from slim options
Had to do it on the low no telling who be watching
We was hip hopping and now the whole world is mocking
In New Yitty niggas you dudes must trust
Come to your sense or else there's nothing to discuss
I was the kid in the back of bus
That bust a killer 16 that kept whack niggas on shush
Until the driver pulled over the bus
Kicked everybody off and then sped off in a dust
What's going on b, what's going down what the fuck!
Standing out in brickness my heart and feelings were crushed
A long trek home wandered through project zones
You got chased a little, so it had to be known
That you can’t come strolling through here all fronting
This was the kid’s life, I wouldn't trade it in for nothing