Never gonna see that house on the hill children Always gonna wonder what it is children Never gonna see them palm trees children All you gonna see is burnt down house and brick buildings Never gonna run around in the backyard full of grass children Never gonna fly them friendly skies children Never gonna have your own room children Always gotta sleep in the same bed with Mike, Jerome and Kendra and 'em Unless you focus your mind, get it right Tell your momma you're gonna be somethin' Get it right, let nobody stop ya Tell your momma you're gonna be somethin' Focus your mind, get it right Tell your momma you're gonna be somethin' Get it right, let nobody stop ya Tell your momma you're gonna be somethin' You're never gonna experience shop til' you drop children Always gonna have that one hole in your shoe children You're never gonna ride around with the top-down children Cause all you know is bus pass to bus pass children You're never gonna get that new bike children Cause the rent money is always due children Never gonna know the finer things in life children Always have to struggle and settle for less children Corner drunks we smoke Guns [?] Children seeing this, eventually can't know Being [?] at school, be all you can be in the army Come back to the hood [?] empty bottles of whiskey These kids [?] no longer on scared straight They have seen it too many times The crime lab, the yellow tape No [?] to be nothing but a hustler, soldier, never fake Straps on them, now they wanna eat off a full plate Young girls, miniskirts, tank tops