Two Roads

[Verse 1: K-Rino]
It ain't but two roads that you can take
When you doing dirt to get the money that you make
I ain't gon' knock you for tryna get your mail
But all the true gangsters is dead or in jail
See boy, you's a fool, 15 years old
Thinking you gonna stack you up a killer bank roll
You used to have to scrape, now your crib is straight laid out
Started selling dope cause them crew cups done played out
The homeboys told ya but you didn't learn a thing
An OG even took you up under his wing
He said, "The dope game is like a basketball team
Everybody got a role, we can't all be a king"
You got some kingpins, you got the little Gs
Some people sell rocks, while others move keys
You work your way up and now you're making all the bread
But you might meet the Feds or some bullets to your head
'Cause it ain't but two roads

[Hook: K-Rino]
The game is sweet but sometimes it's sour
High cappers getting bumped off by the hour
You take the high road, you take the low
You'll end up dead but you'll be on Death Row

[Verse 2: K-Rino]
I got a friend who started struggling, hit some hard times
Never been the type to indulge in petty crimes
Anywhere you saw him, most likely you could find me
I graduated 1989, he came behind me
But when he graduated, he started getting nervous
Mama said, "You gots to get a job or join the service"
He thought to himself, "Should I push up on KFC
Or join the army and be all I can never be"
Then he remembered that his partner said, "Holla
At me any time you wanna make a quick dollar"
He kicked my boy down with a small lick to start with
Said that he would stop when he moved in his apartment
And get himself a ride, but yo, something happened
He started making bank, pulling freaks and high capping
He got to acting shife and people's dope he started taking
Now he's in the grave 'cause he crossed that Jamaican
It ain't but two roads

[Hook: K-Rino]
The game is sweet but sometimes it's sour
High cappers getting bumped off by the hour
You take the high road, you take the low
You'll end up dead but you'll be on Death Row

[Bridge: K.O.]
I ain't but two roads that you can take
One is the jail house, the other's the grave

[Verse 3: K-Rino]
Whatever happened to the days when a brother used to scrap with hands, and when it's over gave each other dap
Ain't no such thing as a one on one right?
A one on one is now a gun on gun fight
You had to get your strap and blast 'em in the chest man
'Cause your pride couldn't accept the fact he had the best hands
Now what's up with that? How we gon' stand?
Killing a man over a women, killing a women because she took your man
It's not that, it's some dope that's where her mind is
Time is running out, so really the bottom line is
That smokers gon' smoke and gangsters gon' shoot
But you can't kill a tree by cutting the branch, you gots to get the root
And that be the media on TV
Tryna blame the blacks for all the problems that they see
Yo, the politicians, you know we can't trust
‘Cause guess who they making all them new laws up for
Yeah, I see you blind but you can see
I'ma tell you just like L.V. told me
You got to cherish old folks and kids too
‘Cause you can teach the kids and old folks can teach you about them roads

[Hook: K-Rino]
The game is sweet but sometimes it's sour
High cappers getting bumped off by the hour
You take the high road, you take the low
You'll end up dead but you'll be on Death Row

[Bridge: K.O.]
I ain't but Two Roads that you can take
One is the jail house, the other's the grave
No I don't wanna see my people dying
No I don't wanna see you crying
Things are gonna get better
We need pull ourself together, yeah