Yo I once knew a boy who was destined for fame

But his mama was broke and his pops was a lame

Wasn't gettin' attention, wasn't feelin' no love

So he grew up with dreams about bein' a thug

It all started off with a plain, simple fantasy

But ended in more of a dark, bitter tragedy

Back then he would walk up and down ghetto streets

Nervous yet calm as his heart skipped a beat

Kid thought he looked "tough" strollin' by in the projects

Not realizing he was an upcoming prospect

An O.G. walked up to him, doin' his 'thang

Said, "Boy, how ya feel about joinin' a gang?"