I Must Stand (Explicit) - ICE-T

Nobody ever said life was gong be easy

But damn

Just a kid moms died when I was seven

Pops died eleven what's up with heaven

It's hell when you're an orphan at a early age

This impressionable stage no love breeds rage

In the heart of a child who never knew his roots

Looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots

Parkin caddies on the sidewalk gangsta talk

Trucking diamonds and gold

Rubberbands around the bankrolls

Fly girls to make your head spin

Seemed they partied all night long

I was like put me on

But they said little fellow run and go play

Take your butt to school or else you'll have to be like us one day

I didn't understand but I tried to get a job

While all the players got the girls cause they'd hustle and rob

I was like making about 1-50 a week

And after taxes you know what that is lunch meat

And I know I can be better than this

I gotta get me a car man

I gotta get a girl

I know I can do it out there man

I'm finna go for it man

I gotta get some money

Word

Streets of anger trouble and crime

I had it hard had to sleep in my car sometime

But I never let another player see me down

I kept my front up my gear clean

Even when checking minor green

Brothers knew my game was true

So I hooked up with the real crew

That knew excactly what to do

Bank jobs and jewels quick to flex with tools

Pimping hoes on the block

Checking cash non-stop

Crack spots armor with interior bars

No lie I used to own about 15 cars

Every piece fila made

Drape my women in suede

Pavet piaget cesar's palace holidays

It was on crazy out of control

We made up the word balling that was how we rolled

But the fbi had a-whole-nother idea

It's called multiple indictments for hundreds of years

What

Daff is dead

Carter got 25 years

Nah

Spike 35 to life

Nah don't tell me bo's dead man

I don't wanna hear that man

I was just with him

The game is vicious no retirement you die young

Listen to a fake he might tell you to grab a gun

I get phone calls from condemned row

Brothers I ran with brothers I really know

They tell me ice you got much love in the pen

You're the one that got away don't wanna see you in

They tell me tell the little homies the deal

Don't let 'em come up in this hellish habitat of shanks and steel

I marched two million strong in dc

Looking eye to eye with brothers that I used to think below me

Damn my mind was twisted in my hustling days

But god spared me I got a baby son to raise

And being black ain't easy prejudice is real

But health and liberty is all we need for us to build

We gotta come together unseparated

Check yourself like I did blackman because we're all related