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