Life's a Cycle

[Intro]

It feels good

[Verse 1]

If I wasn't a gangsta, where would I be?

UCLA, graduatin' with a bachelor's degree

Goin' to grad school to get my master's

Or even fuck around and get a Ph.D

Shit, I could have been a teacher, schoolin' the youth

Or I could have a preacher, healin' people in pews

I could have been a scientist, I do like trees

Or could have been a botanist or your psychologist

Or just a store clerk, ringin' up at your request

Customer service rep with a cubicle and a desk

A jeweler with the best you could find on one's neck

Or part of a company that consolidates your debt

I could have joined the army, could have been a cadet

Maybe the air force, pilot flyin' jets

Either way, I'm just a nigga from the 'jects

92059, but who knows?

[Hook]

Nights like this I go deep in thought till I touch my soul

People say life is a cycle, so I keep God as my idol

But if I try and I fail, I say, "Get back up and try the next day"

People say life is a cycle, but what do we really know?

[Verse 2]

What if I wasn't a Blood? Where would you find me?

In the Crip hub with some homies behind me?

Nah, somewhere where the sun is shiny

With my daughter and my unborn son and mami

Somewhere more positive like a plus sign

You know what time it is, it's time to get mines

I can see myself off and help

To the people in need like yourself

I'll probably be a lot more involved in politics

On the podium, sharin' thoughts on Jena Six

Start fundin' millions to NO after Katrina hit

Not takin' no N-Os as a answer for it

I could have completely evacuated the Towers on 9/11

'01, how many died? No one

Now, picture that as the verse colds

Everybody got an opinion, but who knows?

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

One for the ghetto

Two for the kids with dreams that won't settle for less

I guess it's best that we settle for greatness

Pedal education and throw darts at Satan

You got to excuse my sincerity

Cause everybody out ain't a leader

And apparently you ain't one either

I swear I keep my cerebral so sharp it can cut people

They ball up like a child positioned in fetal

Hey, young world, I got a song to sing

About the dramas and they exist and they kill a king

They want to kill a king, but that first verse was just a what-if

See, I'm a gangsta with a red beam over the Glock

Shootin' shots like a ball team

Your shooters get shot, ten marksmen can all bleed

Now, that's cold-bleed, I mean cold-blooded

That's what Weezy said, and a nigga loved it

Cause I'm 'bout that, took a loss, bounced back

Get a show for fifty stacks, told mama, "Count that"

This dope boy now doin' shows

It's a long road ahead, but who knows?

[Hook]