they say the grass is greenier on the other side/
but on my side all i see is the people that have died/
when the goverment got the rich stayin rich and poor staying poor/
and the law made when grind till our feet get sore/
when ya force to huslte til ya hands bleed and can see any skin no more/
trying to reach for a dream but ya wings were clipped and can't soar no more/
realizing that ya family and friend take you for a joke/
when there thriving and ya is still broke/
ya keep searching but you realize that there's no hope/
understand that you can no longer cope/
look and see that ya at the end of ya rope/
so you decide to take a knife and slit ya throat /
can no longer stand it and took the cowards way out/
so you say theses words in ya last breathe/
ya leave a pieces sayin i was ready for death/
in my hood we try to strive for a dream/
but all we see is guns drugs and things/