"Some get a little and some get none/Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done/I was one who never had and always mad/Never knew my dad, motherfuck the fag/Well, anyway, I did pick ups, flipped the clip up/Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups/I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed/My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out/I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit?/They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent/I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough/I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut/I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed/I got upset, I got a Tec and a banana clip/Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead/I'd still a' been broke, so a lot of good it woulda did/Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none/Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one/Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one/And always wanted to live like just a fat one"
-Treach, "Everything's Gonna Be Alright"
