Intro: Myalansky [Joe Mafia]      Young brotha, take a look around [All ya young niggas]   At the starvation, legal murder [watch yourself blood]   Abortion, as the death rate increases [I feel for you son]   Life the ghetto, my peoples [word up, what up all ya niggas]   Wu-Syndicate, rest in peace    all those who didn't make it all these years [Stop]   Hold your head, grap your umbrellas [Word]      [Myalansky]   UFO swarm your city, older cats retire   Shorty fantasizing "When I grow up, I'll be the livest"   Well known threw the high school   Little knucklehead, gettin high too   Fightin in class, rockin Levi shoes   Short ass suit, swing valleys   Sayin one day, he'll be paid lavage   Bangin fly Canadian chick named Tamia   Saint Gria, fine wine, don doddy, why?   Corporate blindsides, the frontlines survive   It be down little shorties watching they don't give a fuck   Locked up, now your love caught a lee, now what?      Chorus: Myalansky      Everything in life, ain't always what it seems   Keep it real with reality, stop the illusion, chasing the dream   Many lives lost through the struggle, children cry   Look at the stressed mother, family losed a love   Young Brotha      For all of my young niggas, take this true baby      [Joe Mafia]   Project long knights move   You bitter sweet killers with murder fleets   The slaughter hold heat   So many drugs, my thugs O.D.   Knockin O.D.'s to give at this   Wildin out, who's the livest?   Stayin the flyest   Ya name ring, iced chain swing   Shorties wan't too much expose to the game of drug sling   Not knowin who to trust   Lost your mind a long time ago   Fuck a nine to five, but yo don't waste time to blow the fast life   Got you livin on the edge, speedballin nigga note the ledge   Why you wastin your time, shinin for egg head   Night cat, see ya life flash, and get a thrill thuggin   Stop frontin, rockin Slot Time caught in the cross bustin      Chorus      Outro   Shit is real, all my young brothas   East the West coast, Los Angelese, N.Y.C.   Much respect to nigga Tony Alfred from Brownsville   My man Shawn Harper, all my cats   Young Brothas   Brown   Keep Focus   All my niggas that got put through the ground   Locked down   See where you headin shorty   I used to be you