ICP - Life At Risk Lyrics

[Violent J:]
Wakin' up
Hear a little baby cryin'
Mom's yellin cause pop's got his fists flyin
It's 9 in the morning and he's drunk
One day I feel that I'm gonna shoot that punk
A bitch layin' next me in the bed
I honestly don't give a f*ck if the hoe is dead
The only honor in my life is my rag
Without it, zip me up in a body bag
Grab my brother's unloaded 44
Take the money back bottles, and head to the store
In my neighborhood, your life is a dare
Cause there's factories pumpin' out black air
And I'm breathin' this shit everyday
Livin' crazy cause I'm dyin' anyway
I see this tramp hangin' under the bridge
I tell her go home and watch her kids
You listen 'em cry and sob
Take your sorry ass out and find a motherf*ckin' job
See my homies hangin' at the liquor store
40's and their cash dice rollin' on the floor
They say my friends will never be any good
But the president wouldn't be shit
if he was raised in my neighborhood
My friends say the same ol' shit
The southwest side ain't shit here, have a hit on me
I guess everyone seen it
When I slammed Jonny's head into the cement
It started all this crazy shit
Now we never set out with out a loaded clip
And we headed up to the dope rim
Little boys on the court so we punked them out
And I was thinkin' of my brother
When he was pushed off the court
He wanted to kill them f*ckers
Now I'm standin' in the bad guys shoes
Payin' my dues
And I don't have anywhere to be
Just another street hood in the inner city
And a man is gonna ask for some change
Give him a dollar so he can go fry his brains
F*ck no, I push him out the way
Cause that sad motherf*cker ain't got shit to say
My homie was known for the mackin'
Now they got him doin' 10 on carjackin'
And I'm thinkin' that I'm next to go
What the f*ck, I'm already livin' death row
So many out there want me dead
Everbody wants to put a bullet in my head
But I don't give a f*ck if I die today
Everyone alive is gonna die anyway
What the f*ck is life about?
Come home late and daddy blow your mouth out
That's in the past now, I ain't soft
Daddy hits me today and I'm gonna blow his f*ckin' head off
The bullets were close but missed
Livin' my life at a risk

"You know J man you're right
Too many motherf*ckers out there are fake
People need to understand that if you get hit enough times
Then you start hittin' back
All we are is pawns on a gameboard
And if this is the way everybody's playin'
So be it muhf*ckas count us in
But the ICP is playin' for keeps
I think I liked it better when I was a kid"