Featuring: Lil Eazy-E

Songwriter: Lil Eazy-E The Game

[Hook: Game]
This is my confession, you can take time to listen
Or turn your back on me, but this is my confession
The life of a troubled child Who grew up to be a gangsta
Look at me now

[Verse 1: Game]
How the fuck would you feel? If you had to share every meal
Every night, with your foster brothers and sisters
I think about my mom and I missed her
Nights after watching the A-Team, when I kissed her
I use to want to be Mr. T, or Murdock
Which one was it? uhh... then I heard shots
It must be coming from 133rd block
Where them West side Piru niggas birds pop
And the Crips ain't far away
You got Nutty Blocc, Grape Street, and the PJs
Where niggas 15 years old with beers like Freeway
And you can die over he say and she say
Like "your cousin told my brothers baby momma"
That Game done started that drama
In the projects, yeah the same ones that they said Carmelo got robbed at
But I talked to him, he said it didn't happen
Nigga you play ball, I'll be the rapper

[Interlude: Game]
(..give a fuck about these NBA ass niggas anyway
I ain't make it, I play ball, nigga I'm jealous nigga
You don't play for the Lakers anyway punk)

[Hook: Game]
This is my confession, you can take time to listen
Or turn your back on me, but this is my confession
The life of a troubled child Who grew up to be a gangsta
Look at me now

(Verse 2: Lil Eazy-E)
Everybody wanna know about Eazy son
'Til I raise my white T and they seen the gun
Yeah, the second comin' of a nigga with an attitude
Out of compton 100 miles, wild and running
Kelly Park to the Rucker, they dont like me to fuck em
This shit in my blood, so I'ma die a hustla
Its nothing When we ride through your 'hood busting
That '64 impala the same color as mustard
Eric Wright Jr. nigga the shoe fit
Never thought I'd be in New York fucking with Whoo Kidd
You niggas is stupid, homie I'm the blueprint
Blue chucks on Greenleaf walkin' a blue pit
745 same blue tint
The diary of a mad man, here's my 2 cents
I stare at my pop's eyes when he was in his last days
How he go in for bronchitis, and die from AIDS?
Fuck that!

The Game

Jayceon Terrell Taylor was born November 29th, 1979 in Compton, California to two Crip-affiliated gang members. He grew up on Santana Blocc, a Crip-controlled neighborhood, with a large family of half and step siblings. He was hardened by a rough and violent childhood stinting from his parent’s drug use, domestic violence, and family members being killed through gang-related conflicts.

By 2000, a 21-year-old Jayceon Taylor was a member of the Cedar Block Pirus, a Blood-affiliated gang, and dealt drugs on the streets of Compton.

Late on the night of October 1st, 2001, Jayceon was alone in his apartment when the doorbell rang and after opening the door, he was jumped by three