Hard Concrete

[VERSE 1: E-Roc] While growin up in the ghetto my time went fast See, I be stealin from the grown-ups, runnin from the tasks As I dash through the grass everyday skippin class My daddy dont be trippin, so you can kiss my ass Pass the doobie-doo on the left hand side Only 9 years old gettin high, gettin high I wonder why my teacher's sweatin me, I did my history It don't relate to me, my GPA - 1.3 See, I remember places, them names, streets, dates Anybody rollin with stolen license plates But if that flake out-of-date shit wasn't in my way Ask me anything or where I'm from, I bet I get an A Minus, in math I am the finest Countin mail faster than you can say yo highness Don't come at me with dryness cause I know the definition Of any slang word, so what's that synonym you're wishin? I want to be a lawyer, accuse a liar like LaToya So I'm droppin the fourth grade, slingin lemonade I am my own keeper, a young overachiever Ten cents a cup, I'mma have to leave that shit to Beaver Now I lay me down to sleep cause I can't eat my noodles right Dead bodies every other night be fuckin up the appetite Tragedy is an everyday thing, put on a video game Sip some 'Tang if I can't stand the pain Give me the knowledge from the street, now watch me learn it I went to get a job, but too young for a work permit Don't come my way (fool), I might just have to gaffle you They say we growin up fast, but we just dyin faster (Always strapped and eager to peel a cap) --] Chill (Slammed the child on the hard concrete) --] Ricky D [VERSE 2: E-Roc] Well it's June 17th, it couldn't have came to me no quicker 11 years old, my chest a little thicker How you figure my life is gon' be bigger and better When that path I'mm rollin on is similar to that crooked letter? Once I get a better view, check out the avenue It's drug infested, planted there just for me to be tested On the hard concrete, now it's three years later Can't fuck with little league, ( ? ) stackin that refrigerator 8 o'clock I see Shirley down the block in a bucket She stepped to the back, that's when I stuck it, fuck it My first piece of butt, it was just my luck Cause 9 months later at my door she showed up Damn, I was stuck, reminiscin in my seat I just turned 16, but to me it's not sweet, peep No edumaction, this combination of ghetto life is a strain Pass the BenGay cream, 18 lookin as old as Don King Indo in my brain keep askin me How many years is it until my life expectancy? Well let's see, another three done ticked away And now that hustlin game's a part of me everyday My life is on the line, fool, you can catch my fist Cause any other place can be a better place than this I'm now dismissed, my body hit the concrete The bullet had no name as it was introduced to me The next morning headline front page Young Man Shot, Cause of Death: Old Age