Survival Masta Ace

[Verse One]
I was born in the beast's belly
Running through the streets smelly
Daytime, summer hot like a fleece skully
Running 'round, no shirt on, throwing dirt bombs
Chasing little girls that had skirts on
If we wasn't on the block then we going swimming
Public pool, feeling the butts of grown women
Little shorties trying to stroke ass
Swam in our shoes cause on the bottom was broke glass
On two hand touch I had a nice team
After the game, nana threw down money for ice cream
Yup, and Good Humor had the best stock
Some days I had to chase the truck to the next block
And if we got in a fight, you might get it
I was quick to pick up some shit and hit a nigga wit it
It didn't matter, either bottle or stick, or a half a brick
I look back and I laugh at the shit
I had four different fights with the same guy
I won two, lost one and one was a tie
We always kept score like that
It was raw like that
I kinda wish now was more like that
It's funny how the hood make you, it could break you
If your mind ain't strong enough then it could take you
I used to wish that I could rise above it
I'd love it
But I was too young to understand the size of it