THE CROSSROAD

[ZILLA THA GOODFELLA]

I rather hurt you with the truth
than make you feel good with a lie
maybe that's why I stay drunk & high
because I have less remorse, no urge ask myself why
why did I say this, why did I say that?
who cares? I care, cuzz ure words is all you have
I'm a victim, a victim victimized from the thought of being a victim
therefore I'm always a suspect 
I tried to love my enemies, but my pride didn't let me, so fuck-it
If you grasp the feeling of dreaming without sleeping
then you'll understand me.. 
Your past isn't a reason why your future fails, but it can be
see, I was born from a long line of outlaws destined to be challenged
I'm 20 years young already, and I dunno how it even happened
born from the concrete, raised wit my locs in the backstreets
next day, a whole notha setting, but here's the conflict
my insecurity turned me into a convict
son of a refugee, with nobody to rescue me
so I turned to human beings instead of lettin gods spirits go through me
as I smoke kill, pop pills and get chills, I realize zoning out in not real
but then again, ive never felt any better
im floatin on a bed with my opposite
but why do we feel so good together?
who knows....
they say life's like a box of chocolates
that's true, cuzz it's full of non-sense
tell me how somethin so dark tastes so good?
how could someone with so much class be so hood?
I toss and turn as my heart burns, my spinal cord drains
but fo some reason I'm not concerned
I juss dwell on my memories cuzz that's all I know
that and my dreams, dreams of excelling from an average joe
in the town of god with nothin but po' folks and lost souls
we ride slow lookin out for 5-0, my niggaz worship dough
coppin 40s from the corner sto, on the corner slangin snow
I reminisce on da times before we all had to grow
truth is, I got a problem with growth cuzz i feel im already grown
and that's a dangerous feeling, it could result to a loss
the loss of everything, but till then, I'ma stay a boss
I've earned being a boss, you've earned being a boss
We took different roads, but was cut from the same cloth
This is the crossroad....