The Wake Up Call

[Verse One] I'm from NY, the Bronx 183 Motherfuckers, the Ghetto Child is straight from the gutter I'm in the town of the four pounds and crooked crooks I occupy the streets like yayo and hard cook Older men are shook, it's really amazing They got young frustrated shorty's out here blazing When the hopes and dreams, the way that it seems Since 13 I got drafted by the fucking Dream Team Can't be broke without a cast it won't last The streets highlights, yo the kid need money fast Looking out the corner of my eyes made me realize Life or death but it won't be suicide Street corners, haunted with ghosts, invisible toast It's like where the bodies really fall off most Extend my arms, for quarter donations I remember I used to rob Mexicans at my train station The name of my life, the game of my fame I know how it really feels when your pops is on the night train Tears soaked my faces in beautiful places It's still trauma I gotta play cops and robbers [Scratch Hook] {x2} "You'll start waking up" - C-Rayz Walz 'Whodafukareyou?' "Serious business" - Xzibit "Stay awake to the ways of the world" - Wu-Tang Clan 'C.R.E.A.M.' "The act is so simple so get involved" "Do the knowledge before any words get said" - Brand Nubian 'Back Up Off The Wall' [Verse Two] Ayo I turned 13, I was out on my own My moms didn't buy me shit, I got disowned Resort to self support yo, money reports I remember summer time, five days I ran the same shorts Smoking New Ports, the Ghetto Child of New York '92 was the year I took pork on my fork I had to take advantage HA! Like a savage Click, click, cock back and bust your cabbage Cause we always Living Proof sipping 80 proof Tuesday, 9-11 I seen smoke from the roof Warfare category yo Mama praying for me I grabbed the 'caine out the closet and turned shame to glory Money is the story Paper is the object I'm quick to dialect, gun language in the projects It's hot shit Yo, you better acknowledge it When a bitch on her knees make her swallow it The wake up call is upon all of y'all Like the clouds above To my crew one love A million misconceptions Misdirection of your false blessings This is the wake up call Get slapped up while you're resting [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three] Ayo the Ghetto Child I came out at perfect timing Real slummed out, back of the building, authentic rhyming I'm always in a circle, or a cipher just spitting My life is forbidden So much pressure in my hand into the pen Till the words start printing In my rhyme pad Anger passed down by my dad I leave the streets to go to sleep Dream of street corners Falling in Hell, sometimes I feel like a goner But there's no escape, from fate When your mind state is hungry as Hell and you need food on your plate I never gave up Even when I was stuck You sold your soul for a buck I kept it rough and tough But patience is a virtue You let the labels hurt you I back 'em down with an AK like I'm supposed to That's [?] My whole aura, it will roast you The wake up call But Death he will come and haunt you [Scratch Hook]