I don't know much, about this thing called love,
but I'm willing to try

I don't know much about it either baby,
but if you're willing,
then so am I

It all started in the mexican streets
and ended up in east LA blocks
that's where the love was released
me and doob, world products of those immigrant antique ways
where men are men and the cowards stay back seat
and last thing, street education my dad teached
It aint the gangs in the hood but the cops that harassed me
He said, money wouldn't last me long,
enjoy family before they get the passin on
I grew up on the 17th block of pico hood,
a rough life, but good times kept us moving
I stayed down with mom and pop,
my blood, big doob, richard, and lil j
that's one love

I never express my love with a hug and kiss
more like a, fuck you and a diss
this life is a gift before I looked at it like it was a shit
cuz of the way we grew up,
mistreated as kids
Must've called it tough love,
or called it being real with eachother
never cared about those enemies or undercover
West gate was the streets, where the kids felt like me,
constantly got into beef
There's no one to blame, for all mistakes and pain we went through,
and made our folks through too
So when ever I did something wrong,
moms I blamed it on you
Though u had no idea of what your son would do

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There ain't no city like my city in this whole world
There ain't nobody like my sons and our baby girls
I thank god up above for this lifetime,
and I got love for my women in the night time
Yeah, and it's still all good
I grew up in the ghetto but I love my hood
Now this is how it is and this is and how it's always gonna be
Me and my fam till we r-i-p

I wake up, and I'm surprised that I'm still breating
Believing, yes it's another day that I've cheated death
yeah, sometimes it feels like there's nothing left
Take care of your mother, wept giving you your first breath
I was blessed with this life that lived,
could've died as a kid
all the wild shit we did
Tagged my name up, then jumping from a bridge,
smoking and drinking shit I don't know what I was thinking
Mom and Pops couldn't watch my whole life
all the stress, drugs, and fights, for all they thought wasn't right
But in life
Everything comes full circle
Now we raising boys and girls that we brought into this world
We were them young boys out there pullin pistols
No one ever said that your loved ones might miss you
Life is crazy,
thank the family that made me,
cuz they raised me with the street smarts that saved me

I don't know much, about this thing called love,
but I'm willing to try

I don't know much about it either baby,
but if you're willing,
then so am I

Now that I've survived twenty something years of my life,
I can see things much more clear
I can live in the dark,
and give light to those in need
I remember Jack giving my first sp
Everyday I was making beats through day and may,
try to master these beats to see where it would lead
Like after 5 years they gave me my seed,
now I'm praying real hard for my family to live in peace

We learned tough love on these streets
Sometimes seems we never had much,
so we break the law to eat
now I owe my life to a beat,
hey shit changed though
Thats the solid game though
and I mean deep
thought if I stayed away from the guns and crime waves
I'll be saved at the end of the day
from the drama But u find out this world just ain't nothing nice
All survival, what I learned early on in my life

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