[chorus]   I was stabbed by Satan   on the day that I was bron   I was promised lovin'   but instead I was torn   na, na, na, na, na, na   my heart bled fear   na, na, na, na, na, na   my eyes shed tears      a poor black ghetto child   he can't shoot and he can't go run a mile   there's no school and the kids go runnin' wild   the police and the courts wanna run him out   he's so cold and the po po hate 'em all   he ain't seen his daddy since back in '84   but oh well, so it be, now he's in jail   his mother's stressin' just to get him out on bail   now sing it out      chorus      so the story goes on   there's no glory    and the worry takes a toll on   his whole body   but his buddies wanna roll on   it's all bloody   when the cops come to a stop   the police with their big glocks pull 'em out   they say "freeze" but there's only one comin' out   there's two dead with a legal gun to his head   it's stupid, he shoulda played ball instead   now sing it out      [chorus]      so why do kids cry when they born?   ever ask yourself that?   well, it is said that Satan stabs a child at birth   as an introduction to pain   you know, welcome to the world right?      So one day when it's all said and done   my life will be the bluest rap song ever sung   my verses will be curses to the rich   and all sorts of authority will cease to exist   my daughter will be free of wars in my honor. Your fist   will raise in the air   like the silence of revolution    my face will appear   like the vision of a prisoner with his last beer   this song is a poem and this whole poem is a tear   dropped to your ear