LIFE AT RISK Lyrics

Wakin up Hear a little baby cryin Mom's cryin cause pop's got his fists flyin 9 in the morning and he's drunk One day I feel that Im gonna shoot that punk A bitch layin next me in the bed I honestly don't give a fuck if the hoe's dead The only honor in my life is my rag Without it zip me up in a body bag Grab my brother's unloaded 44 Take the money back bottles and head to the store In my neighborhood your life is a dare Cause there's factories pumpin out black air And Im breathin this shit everyday Livin crazy cause Im dyin anyway I see this tramp hangin under the bridge I tell her go home and watch her kids You listen em cry and sob Take your sorry ass out and find a mother fuckin job See my homies hangin down by the liquor store 40's and their cash dice rollin on the floor They say my friends will never be any good But the president wouldn't be shit if he was raised in my neighborhood My friends say the same old shit The Southwest Side ain't shit Here have a hit on me I guess everyone seen it When I slammed Jonny's head into the cement It started all this crazy shit Now we never set out with out a loaded clip And he we headed up to the dope rim Little boys on the court so we punked them out When he was pushe off the court He wanted to kill them fuckers Now Im standin in the bad guys shoes Payin my dues And I don't have anywhere to be Just another street hood in the inner-city And a man is gonna ask for some change Give him a dollar so he can go fry his brains Fuck No I push him out the way Cause that sad mother fucker ain't got shit to say My homie was known for mackin Now they got him doin 10 for car jackin And Im thinkin that Im next to go What the fuck Im already livin Death Row So many out there want me dead Everbody wants to put a bullet in my head But I don't give a fuck if I die today Everyone alive is gonna die anyway What the fuck is life about? Come home late and daddy blow your mouth out Thats in the past now Im ain't soft Daddy hits me today and Im gonna blow his fuckin head off The bullets were close but missed Live My Life At A Risk You Know J Man You're Right Too many mother fuckers out there are fake People need to understand that if you get hit enough times Then you start hittin back All we are is pawns on a gameboard And if this is the way everybody's playin Then count us in But the ICP is playin for keeps I think I liked it better when I was a kid