Dollar, dollar bill y'all
It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin'
Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cuz shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much
Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not
The court played me short, now I face incarceration