Damn Right Ft Joell Ortiz and Brother Ali-Statik Selektah

As I grew I would see them my comrades In corridors, grouped in 2's and 3's and 4's Sharing a blunt, talking, cursing, fighting Sometimes weeping, lost And it seemed to be no way what'soever To remove this cloud that stood between them and the sun Between them and love We all took losses, workers, the hood bosses 9 to 5'ers, drug dealers, the hood worship ... that could have went to the league But they whole game went to the w**d Little girl trapped in the crib off this... Some older nigger had her pinned in a... She was used to them rebox But he got them winds that keep spinning when the v stop So when the v stop, she stop He got right... her little daughter needs socks And the grandmother need rock Cause she a victim of these street blocks The hood is a wall and it's not made of sheet rocks It's made of project bricks, elevate is full of project piss Incinerators is the project snitch That's where you find all... checks ... cause this malcolm ain't paid the rent checks Damn right I like the life I live Well the going it's kinda rough hey Cause I went from negative to positive x 2 And it's all what? And it's all good The first and the third like christmas in the projects That we use food stamps to buy edible objects Man the hood is a trap While my man can't read but he good with a mac, You figure it out Why my aunt and my cousin had to live on a couch ... came back from the storm, couldn't get in his house ... my little homie buying coc*ine 20 a pot Not to sell in, inhale... We got him... lifting the heaviest box All the ladies in that lotto playing numbers, they was dreaming They playing them so long, when they hit them they break even Too many of us out in this world that ain't eating The problems we trying to make excuse is a great reason Damn right I like the life I live Well the going it's kinda rough hey Cause I went from negative to positive x 2 And it's all what? And it's all good The going get mighty rough, doors keep falling shut Bills you can't ignore them but you know the piling up Police round us up, authorities hard to trust And they ain't slowing up until you're inside the cuffs Act us if the human rights don't apply to us Throw us in front of the judge, load us on a bus We escape the maze and the poetry that we buss The rap industry, f**ked, ain't nobody signing us A lot of daddies ain't here to show us how to love We learn it from the radio, of course it's not enough And listen to the soundtrack our homies growing up Boys in love with strippers and shawty want a thug When you know you stuck, running short on love Oven door open to warm the apartment up The baby start to fuss, you know when times are rough The only thing for certain, is you cannot give up When... gone that kinda rough, I was moving all kind of stuff Grinding to find a buck, fiends never goodbye enough Them bills kept piling up, the haters would try their luck So at night I'd have to fire while running and try to duck Them... inside the truck with my name inside them cuffs ... my team was fly as f**k, on roof I would try to pluck I ain't give a flying f**k man I'm gutter My daddy left my mother, no sisters no brothers No inspiration, just calculating... hoping I'd slip up, on a pick up ... serving his moms ... I feel better in this studio just murdering tracks for real Damn right I like the life I live Times I gotta smile just to hide my tears Struggle made me wise, be on my heels I hussle to survive just for my kids x 2 Well the going it's kinda rough hey.