Little Mikey got life, and all he ever got was a pair of Air Nikes
They charge for 40 with Rico, their locked up, laughinh, shooting for the free throw
And it really didn't hit. Cause their young and their wild, their youth is a gift
They say they made 20 mill? Then why his girl at McD's has to pay for his phone bill?
Nothing but lies in the paper but the kids go along cause the shit sound gangsta
This ain't a mob with an enterprise
These are little kids hurt cause their friend died
With no father or guidance
Living in a society that thrives off if violence and wanna settle the score with
Until their all locked up with the kids they went to war with and they get along fine
Matter fact, even better, they don't wanna do the time
Friends snitching on friends and their friends on their toes
Some of these nikkas even best friends with their foes
What was the whole purpose? I'm lost in the holes
A domino affect in a ghetto of lost souls. Only the Lord knows
But another mother cries and a fatherless child grows
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Little Mikey got life, and all he ever got was a pair of Air Nikes
They charge for 40 with Rico, their locked up, laughinh, shooting for the free throw
And it really didn't hit. Cause their young and their wild, their youth is a gift
They say they made 20 mill? Then why his girl at McD's has to pay for his phone bill?
Nothing but lies in the paper but the kids go along cause the shit sound gangsta
This ain't a mob with an enterprise
These are little kids hurt cause their friend died
With no father or guidance
Living in a society that thrives off if violence and wanna settle the score with
Until their all locked up with the kids they went to war with and they get along fine
Matter fact, even better, they don't wanna do the time
Friends snitching on friends and their friends on their toes
Some of these nikkas even best friends with their foes
What was the whole purpose? I'm lost in the holes
A domino affect in a ghetto of lost souls. Only the Lord knows
But another mother cries and a fatherless child grows
They charge for 40 with Rico, their locked up, laughinh, shooting for the free throw
And it really didn't hit. Cause their young and their wild, their youth is a gift
They say they made 20 mill? Then why his girl at McD's has to pay for his phone bill?
Nothing but lies in the paper but the kids go along cause the shit sound gangsta
This ain't a mob with an enterprise
These are little kids hurt cause their friend died
With no father or guidance
Living in a society that thrives off if violence and wanna settle the score with
Until their all locked up with the kids they went to war with and they get along fine
Matter fact, even better, they don't wanna do the time
Friends snitching on friends and their friends on their toes
Some of these nikkas even best friends with their foes
What was the whole purpose? I'm lost in the holes
A domino affect in a ghetto of lost souls. Only the Lord knows
But another mother cries and a fatherless child grows
Writer: Pablo Arnau
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