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Aiyo some people was born in heaven

with a silver spoon in they mouth

And had everything taken to them
on a silver platter

And never had to work hard for nothing

Then there are some people

who was born in the opposite world, of those

was born heaven, which is called hell

And had to work hard for everything they got

and never had nothing taken to them

and never will



[Verse One]

I'm only at the age of ten

and life already seems to me

like was heading to a dead end

Cause my mom was smoking mad crack

my pops went out for a fast snack

and never brought his ass back

Nobody knows how I feel

it's quite ill that I have to steal

to fill my stomach with a nice meal

Too ashamed to walk the streets

wearing the same cheap sneaks

and dirty outfit for weeks

Even my holidays got damaged

Cause on christmas I aksed Santa

for a father and a hot sandwich

I just can't take it

and everyday I aks myself

How will I make it?



(Chorus)

It seems like my life been cursed ever since I was a child

And how will I make it?

I won't, that's how

I walk around with a frown I got no reason to smile

And how will I make it?

I won't, that's how

Aiyo times is rough I had to grow up foul

And how will I make it?

I won't, that's how

I always knew that I'll end up doing time on a L

And how will I make it?

I won't, that's how



[Verse Two]

Five years past by, now I'm on the age of fifteen

no more fun and games, it's time to get cream

cause I'm about to burst, my life was cursed

I went to church prayed everyday

but everything still got worse

Soon I ran in to a couple of guns

started stalking the streets late

robbing suckers for funds

Now everyday I creep with the heat

ain't nothing sweet

I rob for me, if I don't steal I don't eat

Then I lost control and started going too far

Robbed this brother named Umar

and got snatched by the blue car

Where I grew up it was a living hell

then I started to realise

I'm better off in a prison cell

Now I can sleep, now I can eat

Can't hit skinz but I wasn't hitting skinz

while I was in the streets

Aiyo I just can't take it

and everyday I aks myself

How will I make it?



(Chorus)



[Verse Three]

Doing time was full of stress G

all the fightings and stabbings

and men finding men sexy

One tried to test me didn't find it humerous

beat him with a pillowcase skilled with cans of tuna fish

My time came to a cease

I'm back on the streets again

I hope I won't get snatched by the beast again

But it's getting crazy hectic

cause I'm broke and up naked

in cagitive jar cause of my jail record

Before you know I was robbing them Saint Ducks

even started robbing homeless folks for their change cups

My whole life was deserted

either I'ma go back to jail or get murdered

but do I deserve it

All I try to do was live the one life that I got

but it seems that I can't get a fair shot

I just can't take it

and everyday I aks myself

How will I make it?



(Chorus)



Word up man it's real rough out here man

In the ghetto all that remains for us is

wait for a better tomorrow

But it gets no better it's only getting worse

Word up