Born in hell de Shorty

Niggaz change like the weather supposed to be forever.
cause of drugs crackas cant be together
this is our block no gun shots, or punk copz
sick of stressin sick of being told to go to hell
until i change ill be sittin here in muh jail cell
in muh mind a blind man doin jail time kicken up a nasty ryme aint no crime,
is it crime to fight for wat is mine or is it crime to kick up muh nasty rymes,
i was born in hell and died in heaven with poor friends beggin and stressin,
its a nasty situation
the drama i be facin
when a nigga cant afford a vacation
fuck what u screamin,im gold heaven dreamin
come take a slide to the demon side
born perfect till 13
thats when all the problems came to me
i was raised in hell
tell a nigga a secret and neva tell