Life of a Bastard

[Fam] Every day I say I'm stressed out But I won't pull my hair out Or wear out my self It's very, very bad for my health Get it together, brotha Fam Brotha man, cause I can Take a toll on, you understand We are the world, we make up all the surroundings I'm roundin Holdin my port down underground in This hell hole You never know which way to go Get caught up in the game Or even trapped behind the do' Po po, I saw one clip today It was slow, cold Gz was around the way I had to go, hibernate, create a different mind state And wait till it was my turn get the first break Chorus-X2 Life of a bastard, it no easy Ja rasta know it no easy [Chap] I got locked up, the end of last summer, put me on probation I had to hustle, cause I was under nuff frustration I had no cash, wasn't goin out diggin in trash So I got some weed, bagged it up, called my staff I broke the rule, hold it, sold in the school And if in form, word is bond, I use my tool From Ill Town, so it's natural I'm being real sick Big up to [Name], gun salute off mi loose lip How could I be positive When all I grew around was negative The dirty lights of four, is what I live A certain point in my life I never knew where to turn My concern was more ganja must get burned A young lad, never had the Dad to play, I went astray Runnin from the cops duckin stray shots around my way Chorus-X2 [Diesel] You playin chicken rhymes You kickin on a dead head-on collision Syllables slicin your styles like surgical incisions Envision somehow, someway you be better than me You couldn't fuck around, you nut, I'm a ecstasy Forgotten just as fast as you came with no name Rottin ain't the same, servin more niggas than caine My brain'll slain careers of future MCs, wannabe's Rappin like Gz, I make your fuckin heart freeze Str8 out the land of the Ill Swear to Jersey, I kill Anyone duplicatin my skills for real That's on the High, tell you no lie My mental's too aggresive for your ways to defy Every day I'm gettin lifted, sobriety win I got swingin serpentine in a fedral pen Ooh, let me cool down before I overheat Representin Double I from the Ill Town streets [Treach] Life of a black bastard, boy from a baby Robbed of a father figure cause Daddy was crazy shady My mama had to be hurt, but she ain't showin She was raisin two little boys And ain't want neither to know, or to blow it Now the loner hates the night aroma Leanin more towards the youth house and less towards a diploma A street roamer, damn near knockin niggas in comas No daddy to reach, so the streets teach from the corners A goner, now the Fed's, so the family splits Sellin out on Rally Park soon after the star taff was hit I went past the point, they found me, had a bounty So the life of a bastard starts a new life from the county