As I take a look down the boulevard. Full of ghetto youth, life is very hard. So many faces bearing the battle scars. But love I bring to the people. Coming straight from the heart.
Like a hard mama work just trying to get by (hey yea). And enough ghetto youth so they still want no get no bly. Just keep on the hustle 'cause we have to stay pon the grind.
(Hook). You can't run away, run away. You gotta face this. You can't run away, run away. You gotta face this. Time is moving fast. Can't dwell on the past.