Here We Go

Here we go again

That's life

Ooh ooh ooh alright

Can't you see that it's raining

Can't you see that it's pouring

They just wanna see rainfall

They just hope that it's storming

I was gonna tell you when it rains it pours

Moder Nature's playing her part

C'mon I don't have

A lot of time to tell you this

But this is where we gon' start hol' up

Teenager from the North side of town

It was a rainy day in Houston now

Wasn't no hoopers out just people

That would loot your house

In a city where they used to smile

You could lose your child

Think back when I heard a rap

I would listen

To the words of Chad and Bun B

"Have you heard of that "

Is what I heard them ask

I never ever heard them laugh

Uncle Ro was a street cat

He was down

With a Chi-town producer

Named Hurt-M-Badd

He did Hail Mary for 2Pac

When he spoke everybody listened

To him like you heard the man

I met them out Rap-A-Lot

I was droppin' of my partner Crime

And I was really young at the time

I wasn't even 'sposed to be there

He asked me to come

With him cause he knew

I could rap some lines

No problem on the way driving

Everybody else working

On their day job

Don't sell weight

No I ain't robbing

I'mma keep going told 'em

That I ain't stopping

Had rhymes I was tryna bust

I guess I said something

That was live enough

I had the type of vibe

That these guys could trust

And one said you should

Come out to the Chi with us

Can't do it took a little while to get cool

This relationship was brand new

But you know I had too

Fast forward three months later

Where do you think Cham flew

Touch down in a windy place

Make a move to Chicago

Work for survival

Vice Lords and Disciples

"Stay gangsta" was the motto

Really what do I know

Well I learned real quick

How to not die

Don't wear your ball cap

To the wrong side

Matter fact you don't wanna

Get the wrong vibe

Don't wear the ball cap if you gon' ride

It's what he told me and he was OG

And when I listened to him

I had did it closely

It was cold so he brought me a coogi

And matter fact he never

Told me "you owe me"

Think about it that was cool as hell

And I was try'na rap tryna do it well

He had that type of hustle

That included scales

The type of hustle

That could put a dude in jail

I slept on his couch

I had said my prayer

Like "why the hell did

I move way out here

"How did I get this great idea "

Three months later I disappea