Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah raise your hand high to the sky
For all of those who ever cried
Yeah raise your hand high to the sky
For all of those who ever took the wrong path in life

I keep hearing you say you got it rough
With gold fence by the castle on the top
Top
You got it rough, right
When all you have to worry is if you should eat out

Try growing up on the south side of life
Where there are no white picket fence for miles around
The only birds are the bullets flying in the air
The next day another friend lying dead on the ground

Try being a kid who is looking for a job
The only thing he finds is a grown man being thrown in the back of a truck
Looking another that never been new to us
One for one, is the only code on the south side of life

Every night on my knees praying to the God
Not to take a life, and for another day to survive

Going to bed I know that I am safe
I got a guardian angel named "Colt" in my hand
I can't stop while I am running in place
Staying alive on this earth is part of the plan

The last letter I write to my mom
Saying "I am sorry, I know it was tough"
I tried to be a man that you thought that I could be
It's time for me to rest
Hoping I did enough

Hoping everything I did was for the best
Now I am the king with a bullet in my chest
Hoping everything I did was for the best
Now I am the king with a bullet in my chest

Put your hands up and sing with me
Repping the streets of the rest in peace
They say we are monsters, freaks and beasts
But we are what we are, that's what they made us to be

Put your hands up and sing with me
Repping the streets of the rest in peace
They say we are monsters, freaks and beasts
But we are what we are, that's what they made us to be