Everything's Gonna Be Alright

歌詞

Smooth it out This is a story about a drifter Who waited for the worst while the best live 'cross town Who never planned on having someday Why me huh?! Some get a little, and some get none Some catch a bad one, and some leave the job half-done I was one who never had and always mad Never knew my dad, motherfuck the fag Well anyway, I did pick-up, lift and click-up See many stick-ups, 'cos niggas had the trigger hick-ups I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out I walked the strip, with just a clip, who wanna hit Thank God I'm quick, I had to eat this money as good as spent A 'do in braids, I wasn't paid enough I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a hair-cut I got laughed at, I got jumped, I got dissed I got upset, I got a tick and a banana clip With down the flow, don't let them any dealin' tackhead A celebate rope, so a lotta good it woulda did Or done, if not bad luck I would have none Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one Why when I was a kid and played I was the sad one And always wanted to live like this or that one Chorus A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects Livin' in the slums with bums I said now why Treach Do I have to be like this, mama said I'm priceless So I am, I'm worthless, starvin', that's just what being nice gets Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then though To stop the hell, I woulda ended things a while ago I ain't have jack, but a black hat and knap-sack War scars, stolen cars and a blackjack Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give Say something positive, well positive ain't where I live I live right around the corner from west hell Two blocks from south shit, and once in a jail cell The sun never shine on my side of the street see And only once or twice a week I would speak I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids and cars with chrome Some life, if you ain't wearin' gold, your style was old And you got more juice and dope for every bottle sold Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way But hey, never gamble in a game that you can't play I'm gonna flaunt it, gonna know when, know when and not now How will I do it, how will I make it, I won't, that's how Why me huh Chorus My third year to adulthood, still a knucklehead I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said I don't do jack but fightin' lightin' up the streets at night Playing hide-and-seek with a machete, sets of Freddie's spikes Some say I'm all in all, nothing but a dog now I answer that with a fuck you and a bow-wow 'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week Than the fly flowin' in doo-doo on a concrete I've been a dead beat, dead to the world and dead wrong Since I was born, that's my life, oh you don't know this song So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand All that man-to-man talk can walk, damn If you ain't live it, you couldn't feel, so fill it skillet All that talk about it won't help it out, now will it In Illtown, feel like you stuck up, propped, and shot Don't worry, he got hit by a flurry and this punk ass dropped But I'm the one who has been labaled as an outcast They teach in school some of the misfits I will outlast But that's cool, with the fool smack 'im backwards That's what you get when you're fuckin' with the ghetto bastard If you ain't never been to the ghetto Don't ever come to the ghetto 'Cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto So stay the fuck out of the ghetto Why me, Why me