Letras
I'm not looking for your sympathy
A little respect will do
Just a little bit, I'm not expecting you to understand
How it is for a man like me
A little respect, will do
Just a little bit, for trying to make it through
I grew up in some kind of bar, all kind of madness, broken home status
Role model gangsters, alcoholics and fiends, hometown full of bandits
All of your brothers who aren't related to and
Hang with, no gang out in the plane, but my big brothers do
So, by the time I turned 12, nobody troubled you
Maybe one or two, one or two, and older dudes, one or two as well
To their head that I was a son of (who?) An OG ex-president, past
So Jane, fragging by the knee, they just giving you facts, soldier
Remember when my pop left the gang and we were out
Ex-friends came, taking pot shots at the house
Imagine if we were there, this is what I'd seen when I walked in
Enough to say there would have been at least one coffin
A lot of bullet holes, from the beds to the surface
I never told a soul about this shit, now you know
I'm not looking for your sympathy
A little respect will do
Just a little bit, I'm not expecting you to understand
How it is for a man like me
A little respect, will do
Just a little bit, for trying to make it through
We moved to a drug house when I was like eight, nine
My whole family except my pop
My aunt ran it, at that age, I didn't understand shit
We saw so many unfamiliar faces come and get
But young and didn't know what was going on
So when I got suspended from school, principal come to see my mom
He must have knew what was up
He too saw a lot of people come through
And leave quicker than you can blink
I remember seeing trash bags full of contraband way
Before my aunt's passed
Something that I can't yap about though
In case 5-0 were listening
Keep it on a down low with names to a minimum
Spent six months living in a condition