Street fights, violence Baby boy, you wildin' You're going to throw your life away You're a crashing pilot Jump out your plane Pull out your chute Before its too late Before its too late Passport, mileage You've been on the boulevard for too long It's quiet All these things my momma said Then she told me, with tears running down her cheeks She said, she said You can have whatever you like In this life, in this life, in this life Poor, poor baby I know you're hustling I know you're struggling But you ain't seen nothing yet Don't you hold your breath I'm trying to tell you Baby, it can all be better You just gotta get your Self together, baby, its not too late To have a parade You can have whatever you like In this life, in this life, in this life Fa, la, da, de, da, de, da Aces, diamonds My cards they chose violence You're special, vibrance I just can't keep silent Oh, oh, oh, oh You're special, vibrance I just can't keep silent Oh, oh, oh, oh