[Verse 1: Bugzy Malone] It's just another lonely morning Another day of sorrow Another day gets started waiting for tomorrow (tomorrow....tomorrow never comes) Now im just sitting in my bedroom the gaps in the curtains A little light gets through but now i know for certain (tomorrow....tomorrow never comes) Im like an nocturnal creature staring at the ceiling They say that im a preacher when really im revealing The way you should of lived life hustling, stealing (what kind of a fool) Would let the stresses of his childhood make him turn sick Just let bygones be bygones let the past live But now i gotta ask the question what type of a prick (do they take me for) [Chorus] And this is just the life i know Just another lonely morning You dont know bout the struggle i was born in I didn't wanna do wrong And this is just the way i roll Messing up the life god gave me I just pray that i never go crazy I didn't wanna do wrong [Verse 2: Bugzy Malone] I am just another ghetto child Freedom of thought freedom of speech Who reconcile he who belives But these days man wear crosses and rosary beads But still show no remorse when they roll on the streets Now im just another n***a that sounds cold on a beat Tryna make it in this hard world of hopes and deceit Im gritting my teeth same time touching this heat (coz its the life i know) I was born to be deep Now im stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea I live in rebel i was destine to see HMP But i came, i saw, i conquered And now look no wonder MC'S are hatin on me Coz im to ghetto for the good to good for the ghetto To clever for the hood so hood il never settle Now im sitiing in my bedroom drinking amaretto And i think im gonna call this track hip hop heavy metal [Chorus] And this is just the life i know Just another lonely morning You dont know bout the struggle i was born in I didn't wanna do wrong And this is just the way i roll Messing up the life god gave me I just pray that i never go crazy I didn't wanna do wrong [Verse 3: Bugzy Malone] Now im the man behind the myth And im a critic in my own wreck I criticize the bits I say the ghetto never had a chance Neither did the kids Look at me would god forgive me for the things i did Just a ghetto child in the mix with n***as and chicks Money and hoes cars, clothes, heaters and bricks You wouldn't believe some of the things Man are reporting on streets They get eaten in the ghetto like a portion of chips This is ghetto living i swear i would never regret Times when it came on top and i slept with a sket And by sket i mean a dirty strap i kept in my bed I can remember it like yesterday il never forget How i was born in a struggle i didn't ask to be poor Now they wondering why im telling them to get on the floor And empty the safe dont look at me just open the door Jump in the car outside like put your foot to the floor [Chorus] And this is just the life i know Just another lonely morning You dont know bout the struggle i was born in I didn't wanna do wrong And this is just the way i roll Messing up the life god gave me I just pray that i never go crazy I didn't wanna do wrong