Mistah F.a.b. Mad At The World (feat. Aye-B)
[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
Huh, tried to tell the world my pain, but didn't nobody care
Cryin' for my mama and daddy, but ain't nobody there
Wrote a letter to my brother, he can't get it, because he in the hole
Bundled up in my grandmama house, we all in the cold
My cousins goin' rock for rock, knock for knock, and they arguin'
In the dice game, seen my nigga get killed, all over an argument
RIP Lil Ken, nigga died over a five point
Seen a nigga get slapped all in the face over a point five joint
They standing on the corner watchin' for rollers, wonderin' if they gon' hit
Confidence low, mama say, "You like your daddy, and your daddy ain't shit"
A product of my environment, sold product in my environment
Ain't no 401k for niggas on the block, it ain't no retirement
And the game looked wet
What you think a young nigga gon' do? I dived in
And we riskin' it all, ain't worryin' 'bout juvenile confinement
Lookin' back on the years, scratchin' my head like where my time went?
Do somethin' more useful with your time than posted up, grindin'
[Chorus: Aye-B]
Tryna make a change from my old ways
Don't wanna die up in these streets, I'd rather die from old age
They tell me life is short, well shit, hell, I been havin' long days
Be careful what you say to me, don't rub me the wrong way
Young nigga attitude, I'm mad at the world
Mad at myself, I just ain't mad at you
It's just me against the world
[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
My brother been locked up so long, all he know is pen life
My little cousin just caught a body, they gave him ten lifes
The preacher wanna judge us, I guess because he sin right
And he callin' all of our sins wrong, but I remember them dim lights
And cold nights, over the stove like Uncle Ben rice
Arguin' with dope fiends over nine, needin' that ten right
Need every cent, cousin, not a dollar less
Five-oh, high-speed runnin', we out of breath
They think his legs got a jet, the way that nigga move like a vet
The police callin' us threats, we just tryna get out of the 'jects
I want a 'Vette, I want a Benz, I want a Jag, I want a Maserati
Can't get it out this corner so my nigga thought he would rob somebody
And body after body, it start becomin' regular
From juvenile hall, to YA, to the pen, he was ready for it
But deep behind his pain you hear the story to his scars
And the cell on the cell, hearin' his story through these bars
[Chorus: Aye-B]
Tryna make a change from my old ways
Don't wanna die up in these streets, I'd rather die from old age
They tell me life is short, well shit, hell, I been havin' long days
Be careful what you say to me, don't rub me the wrong way
Young nigga attitude, I'm mad at the world
Mad at myself, I just ain't mad at you
It's just me against the world
[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]
Used to ask the OG at the store to buy me a black
Told me that wasn't nobody behind this, son, so don't ask him for that
I was like, "Nigga, ain't you the same OG that was askin' for crack?
Now you righteous 'cause you done finally got that monkey off your back?"
Guess that's the game
Niggas change, but some stay the same
Perceptions involve, others still be stuck in they ways
I got some folks in San Quentin and some that's stuck in the grave
I got some stories full of gory that'll f..ck up your day
My daddy used dirty syringes, got 'em stuck in his veins
I got the news that he f..cked up, now he stuck with the AIDS
Seein' your daddy die young, that shit'll f..ck up your brain
Started smokin', started sippin', then start to f..ck with cocaine
A real product of the dope game
More money, yeah, what the ho bring
But more money, more problems
Nigga get stressed out and need Rogane
In a small city where over a hundred die every year
That's why every nigga here sheddin' thug tears
[Chorus: Aye-B]
A young nigga attitude, I'm mad at the world
Mad at myself, I just ain't mad at you
It's just me against the world
