So I'm hopeless. Rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry,I'm about to crash up on the curb, 'cause my visions blurry. Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?I had to feed my fuckin' family, what else could I do? But be a thug, out slangin' with the homies, fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs.Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide. My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys, why do we die at an early age? He was so young, but still a victim of the 12 gauge,my memories of a corpse.