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(featuring Hero/Slaine) [Chorus] I found out that I was too young, not grown I was not ready for a world so cold I was not prepared to make it on my own I was not ready for what life unfolds And it was too much too soon I couldn't tell if what I thought was false or true I didn't think about what I'm about to do I messed up, this couldn't be real, this can't be true [Verse 1: Hero] I was too young but these my people so that's okay, though I was down for anything, I would do it if they say so Look at how they're cooking it up, I sit and watch their cake grow Watching Robbie in the corner, he done snorting yeyo And everybody acting cool like that right there's okay, though So walk over to him and I'm like, Oh hey bro What the fuck are you doing? Get away from the table He's like, this ain't nothing but a bit of the yeyo I got it covered plus I make the profit from sales He's acting like he hadn't heard not one of them tales They threw his brother, knocked him and they took him to jail SongtexteThere go another, this hustler here is destined to fail I think it but the last I heard he tried to appeal And Eric, he gone, he wild and busting his steel off at the po-po These are the trials and tribulations of kids trying to act like grown folks [Chorus] [Verse 2: Ill Bill] I was too young to fall in love like Mötley Crüe Too young, I pulled a gun and I shot this dude It was over a girl, foolish pride, I was crucified Just another youthful juvenile doing time Forgive me, mama. I never meant for you to cry Went to trial, I was sentenced to a two-to-five Handcuffed back of the bus, forty of us Life as a short shouldn't be so rough And I ain't no punk here You flinch your face and get your face fixed Face lift, credit get cut up, you get your face ripped Then bust your shit wide open and make you leak You better chill out before I birthday cake your feet Not a bad guy, I don't wanna catch mad time So I chill with work release in the back of my mind But the guy that I popped wasn't dead, he's locked up in here now too And wants revenge, I got shanked in my bed [Chorus] [Verse 3: Slaine] I was too young to say no, too young to yell no Old enough to taste anger but not enough to smell hope Thirteen years old, my beloved mother had just passed I started puffing grass, drinking forties, cutting class My father always used to beat on me and bust my ass repeatedly I couldn't wait to get a change of scenery I never had a dream, nobody believed in me These mean streets are the only thing I seem to be I'm sixteen being free, chewing vikes and percs Caught an OC habit quick and my life got worse Cause now I'm sick unless I get a pill So my head is filled with deep schemes My tolerance, I let it build But when street dreams and quick cash is difficult You find you get the same high cheap from sniffing dope Now I'm shooting with the neighbourhood people Nobody could save me from evil, I'm a slave to the needle I'm too young [Chorus x 2] (Thanks to António Martins for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania