Lyrics Open Arms - Monk HTS

These youngin's shoot but they don't care who they hitting tho
All they trying to do is make a move that's positional
Situation critical don't let the hood limit you
Or the laws politician's make to hinder you
They got us thinking cynical that ain't our first nature
Greed and envy comes money on your first caper
We all products of the COINTEL PRO
Shoe box money no Patelco
My pop shot me a bundle when I was thirteen
Realized then what I had to do to earn green
Just a young mind so impressionable
Reacting first and then thinking questionable
I learned a lesson or two from being hard headed
Never listening it's like my mind was tormented
Corrupted Inducted
To the under underworld society of hustling

And they welcome you with open arms
Where they sling all night and praise golden charms
So alarmed looking out for the task force
I had to hustle feeling like my hands forced
I'm living life so rebellious amongst the low lives
The losers and the failures
They can't tell us nothing we ain't experienced
And people say I should smile I'm too serious
Fell into a dark place dealing with my court case
Thoughts racing through my mind like a car chase
Kid's tried to get me they shot my momma house
Thirty thousand upstairs and they ain't take a dollar out
Didn't know I still ain't found it out
And if I do it's probably too late to dot him out
I'm not about all that tough guy bravado
We don't brag about the dirt we've done that's just the motto

I'll probably never see a platinum plaque
More likely to be a product of my habitat
Fall victim to the streets trying to grab a stack
Or catch a L up in hell with the savs and rats
Matter fact lick a shot for the kid that never made it out
He seen his chances and he weighed 'em out
He played the block till he made an ounce
He played the game and it played him out
You can't save him now
The safer route never was an alternative
Cuz when you bred in this shit that's how you learn to live
And it numbs you to the point where you can't feel
I spent years in this shit I'm in the game still
And I'm just lucky suckas never had the aim to kill
For the sake of the fam and tryna pay the bills
The wolves smell the scent when your gun go warm
And they ready with open arms