I had my back against the wall
And on my knuckles I had a lot and lost it all
Friends I use to know no longer speaking anyone more
(They don't know me away more)
They saying prayer, don't we all
But unanswered prayers make you feel that God is not accepting calls
And I just want to ball
Wishing something falls thru
Shots running got the children ducking undercover
The older one preparing supper for the youngest of them
Oatmeal, hotdogs, weenies and sugar bread
Father turned himself in sort felt like he should have fled
Mother fumbling with a hand full of tricks
Asking God for a hand with the rent
Being fondle in the club with she strips
Tears got mascara running down her lips
Save up enough take the kids to the Hills
But customers want to see her do a split
How bad can it get?
Subjected to disparate measure just to get ahead
If all else fails prevail, get the bread
I had my back against the wall
And on my knuckles I had a lot and lost it all
Friends I use to know no longer speaking anyone more
(They don't know me away more)
They saying prayer, don't we all
But unanswered prayers make you feel that God is not accepting calls
And I just want to ball
Wishing something falls thru
Wishing something falls thru
Bills due, kids playing, momma praying and she crying in her room
Need some help send it soon
Oldest boy cutting school
As she sniffs another bag it will help her escape her doom
Father God he been on same route that he been smoking
That him knocking at the door
Don't let him in he ain't focus
Street calling
Getting critical
Her son got a pistol too
On the kitchen table finding evidence of residue
Crackman, those kids selling turning them into young felons
Momma Yelling Crying up to God
Help me dear heaven
Wishing she can do it over asking for another chance
See her babies growing colder
Life is getting out of hand
I had my back against the wall
And on my knuckles I had a lot and lost it all
Friends I use to know no longer speaking anyone more
(They don't know me away more)
They saying prayer, don't we all
But unanswered prayers make you feel that God is not accepting calls
And I just want to ball
Wishing something falls thru
Life what you make want it, you want it, take it
Can't be a gangster then you sign statements
Rather take care of my kids then be famous
Momma love with choices
A lot of invoices
Either feed the kids or you feed your habit
Damn shame she always go and feed her habit
Wouldn't spoke tell she eats
Let me preach
Don't go home for weeks don't let me preach
Man there's realness of the ghetto
My people get gas as soon as the hit the petal
Meek ain't never lie
A Life is really levels
I see why L.A niggas take pebbles
I had my back against the wall
And on my knuckles I had a lot and lost it all
Friends I use to know no longer speaking anyone more
(They don't know me away more)
They saying prayer, don't we all
But unanswered prayers make you feel that God is not accepting calls
And I just want to ball
Wishing something falls thru