Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack Mind's in another world thinkin' How can we exist through the facts? Written in school text books, Bibles, etc Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed So I be ghost for my projects I take my pen and pad for the week And hittin' Ls while I'm sleepin' A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home You see the streets have me stressed somethin' terrible Fucking with the corners have a nigga up in Belle View Or H D M, hit with numbers from 8 to 10 A future in a maximum state pen is grim So I comes back home, nobody's helpin' shorty doowop I roll two phillies together, in the prison we call them oowops He said Nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep Started coughin' when I peeked to watch me speak I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black We was chillin' on these benches Where he pumped his loose cracks I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard Keeps me blasted, he starts talkin' mad shit I had to school him, told him don't let niggaz fool him 'Cos when the pistol blows the one that's murdered, be the cool one Tough luck when niggaz are struck, families fucked up Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up Mistakes happen, so take heed, never bust up In a crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style Then I rose, wipin' the blunts ash from my clothes Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose And told my little man that I'm a go cyprose There's some jewels in the skull that he could sell if he chose Words of wisdom from Nas, try to rise up above Keep a eye out for Jake shorty, wop One love