Mom says that I need to spunk up.
How am I supposed to when I don’t see anything positive?

There’s people who pretend
to be your best friend
but in the end
their your enemies
with secret identities.
They'll say I love you like no other,
They say that you’re like a brother.
But I know it’s all a bunch of bullcrap
Or else they wouldn’t talk smack behind my back.

I'm supposed to spunk up when I don’t see anything positive?
But I'll tell you what I do see.

I see white girls laid out on the table
being chopped up and snorted up the navel
I see drug dealers every time I walk outside,
At the end of my block hookers catch a ride.
Down the street there are gangbangers the same age as me
They'll realize gang life isn't what it’s cracked up to be
You either rest in peace or rest in jail
when one of those days come you'll go to hell

After what I told you am I seriously supposed to be Positive?
We'll see.