Mr. Criminal - My Struggles lyrics

Damn, another year gone by
Homies still locked up
Couple homies resting
In peace, you know what I mean?

Born and raised through out
The Southern California side
Raised in the streets by Gs
Always had a sense of pride
Used to being a hand knock
Breaking into pad locks
Smoking a drinking a little bit to
Wash away my bathed eyes
This was the life for me, bought to a society
The homies I came up with
Had a common orderiety breaking them laws
A problem with them my society
My father didn't want me
Understand why momma lied to me
They say that God blesses a
Child that holds his own i didn't know it


But I felt it when I held my chrome
Feeling alone
Feeling I got the world to roam
And it's hard to stay clean
When thieves surround your home
Growing up hard dammit, bruised, tatted
An scarred
My home away from home was concrete and bars
Living the fast life
Need to stop before I crash
Easy come easy go, living life chasing cash

I take a look up in the sky
Heavy hearted feelin stressed out
Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out
These are the trials and tribulations
That a criminal was facin
So I guess I gotta face it

I take a look up in the sky
Heavy hearted feelin stressed out
Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out
These are the life and
Times, ducking felonies, crooked cops
And crimes, cause only the strong survive

Beat another case fresh out in 98
Did a year of some change
But I ain't changed I ain't straight
Got an attitude that's worst
Still connect with my turf
Pack a little25, or 2 clips under my shirt
Put some weed in diffrent sacs
Hit the streets an go to work
Haha, that's the way we put in work
That was right before the homie, Shy
Got shot in the face around the same time
My homie started takin trips out state
Like Huey, tried and convicted as an adult
Homies striking out for slanging dope
An pistols assault that was the rap shit
Way before the rap shit started
Homies out on the mission
Blastin hittin they targets
It was us against them
Fuck the world if we had to
I remember when the homie Skills
Gave my first tattoo rest in peace dawg
God bless your family an all
I guess someones gotta answer
Whenever Heaven calls

I take a look up in the sky
Heavy hearted feelin stressed out
Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out
These are the trials and tribulations
That a criminal was facin
So I guess I gotta face it

I take a look up in the sky
Heavy hearted feelin stressed out
Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out
These are the life and
Times, ducking felonies, crooked cops
And crimes, cause only the strong survive

Now years later in the rap game
Shit ain't changed
Besides a little bit of fame
Shit I still live the same
Got a lot to lose, so now I stay in my lane
But still I stay connected to
The homies that bang
Ask about me from the rap game, streets
An the system haters wanted some drama
Then this heat's what I give them
One of the homies grew a rat
There's no way to forgive him no excuse
You know the rules to this life that we livin
An it's sad but I got the
Paper work to prove it
Mention my name in shit I ain't
Had shit to do with
Gettin other homies caught up
Dragging good names down
I wish I could see you now
You fuckin bitch ass clown
Smile on the day they catch you
Let those lips run now
Cooperating with huras
So look what you got now
You never know who to trust
Turn your back on them snakes
Look wat they do to us

I take a look up in the sky
Heavy hearted feelin stressed out
Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out
These are the trials and tribulations
That a criminal was facin
So I guess I gotta face it

I take a look up in the sky
Heavy hearted feelin stressed out
Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out
These are the life and
Times, ducking felonies, crooked cops
And crimes, cause only the strong survive

A moment for the homies who
Are resting in peace
Too the homies in the prison cells
Hope to see you soon homies