[Verse 1: Nino Bless]
I coulda been a lawyer, I shoulda been a scholar
I could of, if I did, would have been more like my father
I could of been a doctor or a stock broker
Rather then stay here, posted on the block with toasters
I've seen American dreams turn to heroin fiends
To the saddest levels, at which few succeed in between
Yo I seen a few seeds lose before they a teen
Mom strung out, so they boost cause they couldn't afford a thing
I should of, would of and could of, but that was in the hood dodging bullets
Where cats ain't shook they just cocking bullets
My teachers like, "Oh, he incredibly smart"
But oddly enough the truest words ever spoken came from Bubba Sparxxx
I ain't choose to rhyme, rhyming chose me
Just peep the gift when I flow but listen closely
I was flipping P's and headed O.T
Ditching D's, then dip to the P's,ask any n***a that knows me

[Verse 2: Nino Bless]
I do it for the hood love, fuck the politics
I mean a careers good, but something else needa come out of it
Or I'm out of it, I left the hood but still apart of it
This is for my cousin who's locked just cause he didn't have the heart to snitch
This is for the gutter and brothers who (??) in pitch
I understand your reason others don't bother to get
This is for the single mothers who grind and work hard for there kids
So they can live there dreams, but most don't see what it means
You see, we all hustle yet go along for the ride
Cause they direct us astray until we gone, from the light
I'll rep but I can't be stuck on the wrongs, or the right
My plight, if you relate then this for you, the song that I write
I don't do this for the Common listeners or the common listeners
I wan't the wrongfully accused prisoners listening
I can't change this all lonesome, but I'm pitching in
I hope it's kicking in because it's a genuine speech from a different end