Rain

Grew up strugglin, constantly surrounded by addicts/

But they taught me how to ball, so for me it was fantastic/

But momma wouldn't have it, lord knows my family's catholic/

So she kept me in my room, contemplating on my mattress/

People puffed crack everyday in the apartments/

Momma at work, pops in Brooklyn, I was home alone starvin/

So I went by that park, introduced to a couple marksman/

Who go to war like the Spartans and keep tools in glove compartments/

Oddly I liked the projects, thought it was cool living in poverty/

Failed school, fuck rules, pissed in elevators and public property/

moms and pops couldn't get niggas out the hood without the lottery/

over here it's standard procedure to properly plan your robberies/

My moms had enough, I was to young for what my eyes commonly witnessed/

But we were struggling, the only time I had new kicks was probably Christmas/

im thankful we moved out, I was a little bastard kid /

Wanted to be like the savages who shoot for target practices/

Now that I think about it we had to dip, I woulda been in a casket quick/

Cus niggas don't care about you in these streets there so hazardous/

Mainly why today im a pacifist, 4.0 graduate/

Cus my own cousin was in the streets til he got beat til his paralysis/