I Ain't Got Shit 2 Lose

[INTRO] "Blacks were allowed neither separate-but-equal nor minimally adequate public and/or private education. They were forbidden to excel in almost all professions. Food could be obtained primarily by the use of Federal food stamps issued through the then Department of Health, Education and Welfare (HEW). During and following the Vietnam conflict, greater police and drug inducement activity (the opiate/somnambulant social equations of alcohol, heroin, and the animal tranquilizer PCP popularly termed booze, skagg, and angel dust) took place in the Urban Camp and steadily increased throughout the 70’s" [VERSE 1: TNT] I ain’t got shit to lose I'm tired of paying my dues And every time I turn around I’m sitting, singing the blues I got no place to go And I can’t find no ho And every time I think it’s fast It always turns slow-mo See, you may think it’s funny But it’s all about money With no dough there's no ho And no money, no honey So I got to find a way to make the ultimate kill Get away from it all and make the big dollar bills Get my life in check Maybe break some necks Come back with the loot and get big respect No, I’m not like the others I'll be a paid motherfucker Keep my shit undercover And keep away from the suckers Either way you go I got two roads to choose It don’t matter to me Cause I ain’t got shit to lose [HOOK] It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under "The extermination of the Negro people" (x2) [VERSE 2: TNT] Life or death Fortune or fame See, everything's the same Everybody wants to make a name In this big old game called life The only life I know is pain and strife Born in the ghetto with no place to go Living the life of crime’s the only life I know So I take it slow And go with the flow Even though I know I could never grow Into what society wants me to be Other than a straight G named TNT Solitary confinement Living just like you are man The ghetto might as well be a sewer, man You can’t comprehend unless you've been where I've been Down the yellow brick road but it’s just a dead end I’ve got the ghetto blues and it’s all bad news So you wouldn't want to be in my shoes Cause I ain’t got shit to lose [HOOK] [VERSE 3: TNT] Soul is dead Losing my head A cardboard box has replaced my bed I wish I was dead But that'll never come true I’m forced to live in this hell Right along with you Mama said there would be days when I felt like this Too many pressures of the world make me slit my wrist I can’t deal with this Cause my life’s a bitch Seems I’m all alone In this Hell called home Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen I just wish I had my piece of the America's Dream But America’s pie wasn't meant for I It makes no sense to try Cause I was born to die Who the hell am I Who’s the man in the mirror The scenario’s the same but the picture is no clearer I see my choices I hear some voices in my head No matter what I choose I ain’t got shit to lose [HOOK]