[Intro: Fredro Starr] Just to let you know this is recorded 9/11/2001 The day the World Trade Center blows up Shit is real, son Shit hit home, kid, word up Hope you can feel this
[Chorus] Hope you can feel me (Hope you can feel me) So much pain insii-ii-iide Hope you can hear me I'm crying through my heart
[Fredro Starr] When I first heard the track it made me cry Brought tears to my eyes and I don't even know why My life ain't nothing but anger and pain Tatoos on the back of my arm should explain Blood, sweat and tears, ten years in the game So many times all alone with the gat to my brain It's me against the world nigga, I feel the same I'm "Ready to Die" too Big, I feel the same I'm America's nightmare - young, black and rich Man, I'm paranoid, make me wanna clap my bitch A hundred miles an hour, wanna rap my whip Asking God "Shit, where we going after this?" I'ma thug, a thug til heart be stop Til they pick me off the street nigga, murdered a shot My wars, my words, the only thing that I got And I live by the gun and I die by the glock 16 shots, fuck that I'm takin them all I'd rather die on my feet then live and crawl My gun got powers like the 48 Lords The "Ghetto Superstar" die see my face on the wall, and don't forget me
[Sonsee] Growing up in Brooklyn, times was rough 'cause... Poor as we was it couldn't get no tougher On my ave. most of us was not blood But as kids we shared that block love But that faded, when my brother's got arrested They thugged on the block to hard, we was ejected To the creator - was it you that made moms pick Queens? So her baby son could race the world, when he created things? Why her elders always heard the sounds of sirens? Plus they ignored the divine guidance Why was the time I was born 9/16? Turn it upside down it's the same thing Why do I have a M-16, and the 9? Will I have to go out, blazing one at a time? When you took moms baby carriage, in the early stage Was he too I'll for this world, and you made a mistake? Did he come back ask me, to do something great? To keep the fam strong and straight, help my brother's escape? And have baby sis and us, living on an estate Do it big, or die trying - is that my fate?
[Sticky Fingaz] Who really cares, what the world think about me? If I die right now, is you coming with me? When I'm broke, who the hell got money for me? Can't even trust half the team running with me I only know three people that'd kill for me Break the sixth commandment, make blood spill for me Life and death - the only thing that's real for me 'cause I was born into the world with a guilty plea Now shit hit the fan, is you ridin with me? When the whole world watching, all eyes on me Swear on a stack of Bibles, testify for me Look the judge dead in the face and lie for me If I go to prison, who gon do my time for me? Start the revolution, get the chair, fry with me Go out in a blaze of glory, guns to the sky with me I'm all alone in this world, all I got is me