walked down a city street
Proprietor of a broke rubber
But Sonny don't see none of that
still a virgin to reality
workin' on his left hand dribblin'
moms told him he could play at
cause that's where trouble stay at
His girl texted him to come visit
He said, ooh, I'm on my way right now
She said, it's me and Mariah,
He said, I'm comin' right by ya
Crack houses on the left,
catacombin' to the liquor store
Needles on the ground, trash everywhere
But that ain't what he seek
He's still innocent, not tarnished a bit
walking through a fiery pit
As he proceeded to the center
Miles was at home on the sofa
Walking through the valley
They always trying to catch a slip
and gotta watch your step
So keep your distance from the crowd
We are not the same, I'm on a mission
Walkin' through the valley
They always tryna catch a slip
and gotta watch your step
So keep your distance from the crowd
We are not the same, I'm on a mission
the sidelines was full of the guidelines
But you try and find an onlooker
Or else you ride pine all day
Some dudes come to the park
but don't never get to play
especially around these thugs
Somebody said we running next shorty.
I got you just pass me the rock
You heard me cuz I like to shoot
We're grown men back an d forth
back and forth hard to tell
That's when the dude who like to shoot
got five kind of flagrant.
And they went at it for a minute
was on the verge of fighting dude said I'm
gonna fix this went to his car
And right then shorty should have left
with a 40 cal Smith and Wesson,
but dude on the court didn't buy it
He said, what you gon' kill me?
You ain't stupid, don't try it
He let the lead pop, no head shots
now he lookin' like he playin' for the Red Sox
he'll never see the world the same
He ate from a forbidden tree,
just tryin' to play the game
Walkin' through the valley
They always tryin' to catch
So keep your distance from the crowd
We are not the same, I'm on a mission
Walkin' through the valley
They always tryin' to catch
So keep your distance from the crowd
We are not the same, I'm on a mission
The walk back home was somber
He tremblin' like a fish in
as a low -class dump with no promise
we can't post her like, forget Obama
That girl, she ain't a queen,
she's just a ghetto momma
That dude, he ain't chillin', man,
Yeah, that school full of dummies
That nigga stole a bunch of A
-Rabs takin' our money, man
His girl picture didn't even
He said she look so good,
she probably cheatin' on me, man
The perils of reality finally
Like ghetto babies walkin'
But so what? You know what?
Guess it's time to grow up
The world don't give a uh
He walked in, his mama was reading
And hope was in his eye you