Life's Road

Little man he hustle hard standing on the corner put his faith in God Pocket full of rocks pitching off the hard, gotta make it back home cause his baby mom, wont let the younging breathe gotta feed his seed So he run up on you got 2 or 3 if you ever try to play him he gon cock and squeeze But he all about his money just cop and leave Thinking about his mama adding on the stress She working 2 jobs but she making less, Daddy ain't around left him in a mess taking care of two houses got him smoking sess Link up with a crew so he carry a chrome, active in the streets smell like bullet cologne Quick to handle beef gang signs for the zone If they ever cross sides he gon pop and gone Grinding everyday wake up and pray Then he grab his gun in the streets he play No matter how hard boy don't ever fold Judge him all you want this the life he knows- OBAS! Little mama got her own problems Pretty face cry a lot in silent Heart broken she keep riding Life is hard but she keep fighting Intelligent mind better than the rest But all they see is what's in her dress To move up she gotta play the game sometimes involve spreading legs Hate her job and got big dreams, the bright lights and big scenes But everyone who leans in to help always try to slip in her jeans Fed up she take a different route getting paid is what she all about Daytime she in her school books and night time she on a stripper route Dance for dollars she lost now her sacred parts she toss out All she wanted was to be loved sometimes in life it don't pan out- OBAS