What's gangsta   In my humble opinion   What's gangsta is knowledge   Spilled out on the track      Tell me who are we really   When we don't know our history   What good is the church for   When you can't trust the priest      Guess the lies are easier to swallow   Than it is to face the truth   But the struggles of tomorrow   Are the same ones as the past      Wishing I could prophecy   Or perhaps just fade away   For brand new better day   So until my dying day      Living life like a catch 22, yeah yeah   For every step I try to take yet they wanna push me back   Yeah, yeah, yeah   I ain't worried about it see   'Cause I can handle that, yeah yeah yeah      If the sidewalk could speak   It would tell you how blood is lick?   While little girls were playing double dutch   And look outs were guiding the police      While they restored the projects   For the inside to remain the same   'Cause if it looks brand new to me and you   We won't feel the need for change      It's got me passing back and forth on concrete   Wishing I could prophecy   Or perhaps just fade away   So until my dying day      Living life like a catch 22, yeah yeah   For every step I try to take yet they wanna push me back   Yeah yeah yeah   I ain't worried about it see   'Cause I can handle that, yeah yeah yeah      This one is for my profess   That don died way to soon   In the same block with the cracked rocks   And another closed down school      For all the precious babies   With fathers locked down with fake crime   For the sleep walking and blind chilling   On ice slain by the mind      I ain't gonna settle   No change is going to come   Each one reaches one   My word ain't done, am gonna keep on living      Living life like a catch 22, yeah yeah   For every step I try to take yet they wanna push me back   Yeah yeah yeah   I ain't worried about it see   'Cause I can handle that, yeah yeah yeah      Living life like a catch 22, yeah yeah yeah   Living life like a catch 22, yeah yeah yeah   Living life like a catch 22, yeah yeah yeah