It started out all negativity......
From the crowd I hung around
to the thick smoke clouds that filled my lungs with eat hit of the blunt I took
From shooting dice on the corners to buy more weed
when I know that money should have been used to pay for those lost school books
From skipping school to roam the streets with the thugs that ain't doing nothing with they life
But that's the cool crew so If I do what they do I will be cool too right?
The so many times I was the one they made do all the dirt
But when it came time to divide up I got the least of the profit
And when it was time to face some consequences
It's funny I always seemed to be the one that got picked
Everything was all wrong when was something ever going to go right?
It never occurred to me the answer would come when I stopped running with the low-life's
I started getting left out to the point I was the only one left