[Spoken Intro]
So this goes out to all the people
In the ghettos
Where I've been, where I've not been
Where I've probably never even heard of
See what I'm sayin'?
All sufferation youth, troopers and troopettes, rude boys and rude girls, and [?]
Here it is
[Verse 1]
When I was little they warn us
To this day, they still say stay off the corners
To me it sounded kinda confounded
Cause I believe in bein' well-rounded
I didn't overdo it, but for some it's habitual
Basic training and part of the ritual
To make you or break you but hopefully you came out a champ
Emerge a graduate from ghetto boot camp
Brothers know it so go so slow as you throw out the verses
Where at? Sidewalk University
[Verse 2]
Sometimes young bloods go out like fools
Broke rules, didn't listen to old timers droppin' jewels
About different times and all kinds of places
The game's the same, just different faces
Along with what you do, it's how a brother does
Survival remains the same as it ever was
Where you from or where you at you will need diversity
Of Sidewalk University
[Verse 3]
It was a Saturday, we came out to play
Chillax and shootin' the gfit all day
One thing sorta led to another I'll say
It just don't pay to get carried away
We sorta got cute and gave a gun salute
Then rolled past a 'troller in a dark blue suit
What could have been a very tragic downfall
Luckily out to be a very close call
I learned well the skills that were taught to me
All courtesy of Sidewalk University
[Verse 4]
Brothers know 'n' knowledge makes you survive
As a matter of fact, it's great to be alive
Pace to be at the top of the class
Slow, ya blow, fast, ya pass
An old timer once told me somethin'
Son, what those call life, don't call nuffin'
And I kept that knowledge for surety
Courtesy of Sidewalk University
[Verse 5]
To the brothas who intend to keep livin' swift
I sincerely hope you got the gift
Of stay awake cause some time the plan's
For you got get done by your own right-hand man
Fools dictate you keep it under your hat
Goin' out like that's a stone cold fact
Anotha brotha dead, that's the worst of me
But he shouldn't have slept at Sidewalk University
[Spoken Outro]
So to all the brothers and sisters in the game
All sufferation youth and militant youth
Stay awake
Alright, yeah, mon
Same
It's wild when it done
Respect concrete, four feet deep