(Man talking) Yo Mega man, whats the deal son?n(Mega) Yo son, whattup?n(Man) Yo, I'm just sittin' here, zonin' out, thinkin' about how life isnyo, life's general for us, you know? how we livin' out here, you know,nthings we go through man, why we gotta go through this life?n(Mega) Life is an interlude to death son, you ever thought about that?nn[Verse 1]nThe saga beginsnI'm a reflection of the drama withinnthe ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappearednthe first time you get locked up who really cares?nI see a snotty nosed kid with his sneakers on backwardsnsleepin' on a mattress when I go to make a salenat times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Hell?nor does God realize we're tryin' to make it as wellnmy sleep is interrupted by food on the stovennot gun shots, we're immune to thosensome of my friends first bids are two to foursnothers are on the run with huge rewardsnMothers watch Son's walk through the doorsnfor the last time 'till they go view at the morguenlife is deep, we all just tryin' to eatnrap's a mental narcotic, I supply the streetsnn[Chorus]nLook at my life, you see white coke and black rosesnand tears shed for passed soldiersnwe all walk in a path chosennfrom the cradle 'till the casket's lowerednI still got the black ski mask to throw onnbut I can get richer off the tracks I flow onnI'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no morenlook at my life.. nn[Verse 2]nLife ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to livensleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she don't got no relativesnor friends, wanna drink brew and beef about whose sale it isnnow she's gettin' hungry, she smells the marijuana scentnI paint a picture vividlynas if Picasso's spirit entered menstarin' at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeepnI'm sick of hearin' eulogiesnI realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruinsnyet his seek keeps bloomin'nuneffected by police intrusionsnor street illusions we were consumed wit'nI've even grown away from people I grew wit'nI mean we cool, but I don't need to bullshitnmy mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthlessnwe ain't built the same so mind games are uselessntimes change, like the climate I changencheck the forecast, I reignnn[Chorus]nn[Verse 3]nLive niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet fornthose incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'allnI know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary barsnthen once free you realize you're mentally scarrednif not physically, if subjected to correctional facilitiesnprepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwisenyou've been conquerednblowin' up your mother's phone so she can send you a boxnSon, I sit inside my residencenand thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in everynghetto like graffiti and crack salesnand cabs that won't stop for Black Malesnundercovers givin' younger Brothers bad staresnFours clap, Dogs crap in the grass herenyou love to hear the story Son, the saga began herenMC's are fictitious yet the actual facts herenlike the Bible said, Jesus had napped hairnn[Chorus]