Everyday's the same shit, write rhymes & Look For Jobs
watchin' the cops roll by laughin, the fuckin' Crooked Slobs
I walk down the block, to grab me a News Paper
and read the headlines, more fresh murders & New Capers
those are "L.A. Times" for you, going Legit Is Rough
whether workin' legal or hustlin', dudes Bullshit & Bluff
I'm not trying to be pessemistic cuz I'm Glad I'm Alive
but I think, "How did I have shit so Bad & Survive?"
while rich people live happy, secure & overly Wealthy
I grew up w/ friends who worked to keep their family's Healthy
I know many have it worse than me; I'm Blessed, I Guess
but my dreams are all nightmares cuz I'm Oppressed & Stressed
what fuels my fiery drive? I'm stuck here, Left In A Rut
yet, I find it in me to represent the West, From My Gut
drive-by's nightly, bangin' daily, it's gon' be Forever Strife
but what doesn't kill me gives me strength, that's Ghetto Life*