[Hook Akon] Sometimes I wonder Is it the place we live That make us a Gangsta, Make us a hustla... Creating the problem.. Sometimes I wonder Is it the place we live That make us a Gangsta, Make us a hustla... Creating the problem.. I gotta know right now [Verse 1 Dolla] I was raised in a broken home Daddy died when I was 5 Mama raises 3 kids on her own At the tender age of 23 against all odds I seen her baging up weed when them times got hard Im on my knees, prayin to god Askin the lord why she gotta work 3 jobs Its the end of the month, we waiting on the 1st E.B.T. still comin but it could be worse Sometimes I sit and wonder if the way I was raised Is a reflection on the way I behave Im stuck in my ways....just the child of the struggle Otherwise I woulda stayed outta trouble [Hook Akon] Sometimes I wonder Is it the place we live That make us a Gangsta, Make us a hustla... Creating the problem.. Sometimes I wonder Is it the place we live That make us a Gangsta, Make us a hustla... Creating the problem.. I gotta know right now [Verse 2 Dolla] Maybe Im a victim of circumstances If I was raised in the Hamptons, Id be on campus On somebodys college, doctor or lawyer Instead Im on a corner, the Eastside of Georgia We all given choices and I made mine but sometimes I think If I was from the other side of town My homies wouldnt be dead, locked in them cells Its hard to see heaven when you growing up in hell I cant prevail cus round here drugs is all we sell On top of that Im a young black male I cant get a brake cus my skin aint pale Another statistic, they wanna see me fail [Hook Akon] Sometimes I wonder Is it the place we live That make us a Gangsta, Make us a hustla... Creating the problem.. Sometimes I wonder Is it the place we live That make us a Gangsta, Make us a hustla... Creating the problem.. I gotta know right now [Verse 3 Dolla] Maybe I got to my environment If I wasnt from the ghetto I wouldnt be so violent If I didnt have the weight on my shoulders I wouldnt grow stronger, as I grew older Now I see my surroundings, made me who I am At such a young age I was forced to be a man Mama did the best she can and this I know When you scared around here you cant let that show Only the strong survive, the weak get ate End up dead or In jail from the decisions we make If I had both parents, things would be different But I dont so Im sitting here wishing
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