Ese.

It's been 22 long hard years and still strugglin'

Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival

I peep at the shape of the streets 

And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep

A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.

Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15

A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much

Trying to get a clutch at what I could not touch

The court played me short, now I face incarceration

Pacin', going up state's my destination

Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40 of us

Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough

But as the world turns I learned life is Hell 

Living in the world, no different from a cell

Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base

Smokin bones in the staircase

Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess

I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed

But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?

Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth

Who explained working hard may help you maintain

to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain

We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks

and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot

Leave it up to me while I be living proof

To kick the truth to the young black youth

But shorty's running wild, smokin sess, drinkin beer

And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear

Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted

That what? That life is hectic.

-Wu-Tang.