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A Dream, Alive, and Ass: Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R. E. A.M Get The Mo ne Dollar, D ollar Bill Y'alI I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side. Staying alive was no jive. At second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land. A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose. Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one. And that one, pullin out gats for fun. But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend. Started smokin woolies at sixteen. And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stake. Making my way on fire escapes. No question I would speed, for cracks and weed. The combination made my eyes bleed. No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all. Sticking up white boys in ball courts. My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater. Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route. So I got with a sick ass click and went all out. Catchin keys from across seas. Rollin in MPVs every week we made forty G's. Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine. Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin. Survival got me Jakes givin chase sellin base. Smokin bones in the staircase. Though I buggin, but I'm alive on arrival. I peep at the shape of the streets. And don't know why I chose to smoke sess. I guess that's the time when stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep. A man with a I'm not depressed. But I'm stil depressed, and I ask what's it worth? dream with plans to make CR. Ε.Α.Μ. which failed; I went to jail at the Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth. Who explained working hard age of 15. A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much. may help you maintain. To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain Trying to get a clutch at what I could not.The court played me short, We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks and stray shots, all now I face incarceration. Pacin, going up state's my destination. Hand on the block that stays hot. Leave it up to me while I be living proof. To cuffed in back of a bus, forty of us. Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff. kick the truth to the young black youth. But shorty's running wild smokin But as the world turns I learned life is hl. Living in the world no sess drinkin beer. And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear different from a cell. Everyday I escape from Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted.