Sunset Terr - Facts of Life lyrics

[Verse 1: LK] Check it out.... Let me tell you a little story about this dude I know Knew him since element' and was a grade below Always worked hard, A's & B's on his report card Used to get teased by the bullies in the schoolyard But he had armor, plus push from his mama He was on track to be like Barack Obama But when he hit sixteen, things began to change The peer pressure started building, always rushing through his brain Started hanging out with dudes, playing hookie from school Acting ghetto with thugs 'cause being smart wasn't cool Trading in the khakis and the polo shirt For some over-sized jeans and a black t-shirt Even switched his hairstyle, started wearing braids Like the show on MTV, homie got Made No more green gra**es and suburban living He'd rather hang in drug-infested hoods he didn't even live in Trying to be like them dudes in the videos With the j**elry, the money, cars, rims, and hoes I told the fool, "Go back to school, get it the legal way" But every time I tried to tell him, his mind would stray He didn't want to listen, tried to say that I was hating I'm like, "Dude, you 2 years from graduating." Now he's a dud... Man, shorty was caught up Acting nothing like the way he was brought up Next thing you know... [phone rings] LK: Damn, hold up for a second, stop the track. Let me answer this.... LK: {on phone} Hello? Caller: Ayo L, man... Tavis got hit up!! He dead, man!!! [Hook: HP] This ain't tales from the hood, this is facts of life Think it's all fun and games, 'til reality strikes {repeat} This ain't tales from the hood-hood-hood-hood This is facts of life...Fact-Facts of life {repeat} [Verse 2: Jay Biggz (LK)] Yo, pa** me the microphone, watch how I flip this to light your dome Yeah I'm nice with chrome, even nicer when I write the poems Me and LK, Aapex, Tilden Dex', feeling blessed (Hold up, let's talk about that dude, Wes) Yeah I seen Wes, he was in C.H. the other day Chilling with his brother Ray, slinging out his mother's place Kilos for days, they be stashing in the oven, got you covered Fiends all around his baby brother Big bricks underneath his daughter playpen Pure caucasian, break it up, flake it, dry 'em like a raisin On occasion, Wes'll leave some powder out for tasting Now Ray's the newest dude slinging, it's amazing Yo, I heard ray sniffed 2 grams Hit the streets on foot, polices tailing in vans, staking out "Wes the kingpin, there's his brother, go take him out!!" Hopped out the black vans, grabbed Ray faced him down Said, "Where's Wes? I know he got more than a residue!!" Ray's like, "It's no more, man I'm telling you!!" Threw the cuffs on him, beat him like an ordinary Black child And that was over 2 crack vials The thing ends when Ray dies from a brain blow They ditched the body somewhere over the rainbow Wes is on the run and the family is devastated Thinking it was kidnapping, premeditated [Hook: HP] This ain't tales from the hood, this is facts of life Think it's all fun and games, 'til reality strikes {repeat} This ain't tales from the hood-hood-hood-hood This is facts of life...Fact-Facts of life {repeat} [Verse 3: HP] She wanted to be an actress, a star on the scene But ended up a star in a mid-night summer's dream See, papa was never there... Mama, she never cared So from birth, her growth was impaired She was introduced to d** while playing dolls on a rug Asking her mom why she sniffing up white stuff Different men in the crib molested her as a kid So when she got big, females is all she messing with So she ran away like Luda and Mary J Looking for heaven 'cause she go through hell every day Asking God what to do, but He ain't got nothing to say Running around town, doing blow jobs for pay No one ever gave a fair shake like maracas Of her environment, she was just a product A victim to the game, would destroy membranes from c**aine STDs up in her veins A lost soul crying for help no one heard So keep your ears open and stay awake to the world A lost soul crying for help no one heard So keep your ears open and stay awake to the world [Hook: HP] This ain't tales from the hood, this is facts of life Think it's all fun and games, 'til reality strikes {repeat} This ain't tales from the hood-hood-hood-hood This is facts of life...Fact-Facts of life {repeat}