Now Im strong enough to face the madness
Nickel bags full of sess weed laced with hash
Phone calls from my niggas on the other side
Two childhood friends just died
I couldnt cry
A damn shame, when will we ever change
And what remains
From a twelve gauge to the brain
Arguements with my foolish troop
I spend more time with my niggas then i
Do with you
But everywhere its the same thang
Thats the game, Ill be damned if a thang changed
Fuck the fame
Ill be hustling to make a million
Lord knows, aint no love for us ghetto children
So we cold, rag top slowin down
Time to stop for gas
Peep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass
Uhh, it aint easy, thats my motto
Drinkin tangeray straight out da bottle
Everybody wanna know if Im insane
My baby mama gotta mind full of silly games
All the drama got me stressen like Im hopeless
I cant cope
Me and my homies smokin roaches
Cuz we broke
Late night hangin out till the sunrise
Getten high
Watchin the cops roll by
Uhh, it aint easy
Chorus (3x)
It aint easy being me
Will I see the penitentary
Or will I stay free uhh..
I cant sleep
Niggas plottin on to kill me
While Im dreaming
Wake up screaming
Cuz I can hear them suckas scheming
Probably paranoid,
Problem is
Im supposed to be fantasing
A brother bite the bullet
Open Im fire
And I thought
I wonder why this the way it is
Even now looking of for these
Killa kids
Bill clinton can you recognize a nigga representin
Doin 20 to life in san quintan
Gettin calls from my nigga
Mike tyson
Aint nuttin nice
Yo pac, do something rightegous with your life
Even thou you innoccent
You still a nigga
So they figure
Rather have behind bars then triggas
But Im hold ya down
And holla thug life
Lickin shots till I see
My niggas free
On my block
No, it aint easy
Till I see my niggas free
On the block
Chorus (3x)
It aint easy being me
Will I see the penitentary
Or will I stay free uhh....
Lately, Ive been reminiscin
About pepermint snaps
n junior high
Hit the block
Keepin eyes on the cops
While d-boyz slang rocks
Its the project ked without a conscience
Im having dreams
Of hearing screams at my concerts
Meetin all my childhood peers
Through the years
Tryin to stack a little green
I was only seventeen
When I started servin fiends
And I wish there was another way
To stack a dollar
And my appollar
Cuz these hard times
Make me wanna hollar
Will I live to see tommorrow ?
Am I fallin off ?
I hit the weed
And proceed
To say, fuck all of yall
Aint nobody down with me
Im thuggin
I cant go home
Cuz mutha-fuckas think Im buggin
So now Im in this high powered cell
At the county jail
Punk judge
Got a grudge
Cant post no bail
What, do I do and these county blues
Gettin battered and bruised
By the you know who
And these fakes get the shakin
When they face me, snakes
Aint got enough nuts to replace me
Sittin in this livin hell
Listenin to niggas yell
Tryin to torture to tell
Im gettin ill
But aint nobody sayin much
The same old nuts
Is makin bucks
While these sluts is gettin fucked
They violated my pobation
And it seems
Ill be going on a long vacation
Meanwhile... it aint easy
No it aint easy
Chorus (3x)
It aint easy being me
Will I see the penitentary
Or will I stay free uhh...