Lyrics:

It's Bizzle
At some point in your life
You gon' be put in the position
To either do
What you know is right
Or do what's best for you
And most of the time, our selfish nature makes us do
What's best for us
No matter how bad it may be for the next person

Uh, Ebony's only nineteen
Grew up without a father, he left back in '9-3
And her moms didn't take it well
Self-esteem went straight to hell, couldn't find peace
Looking for it in the IV, feeling noid
Bringing home strange men, tryna fill the void
In the next room, Ebony could hear the noise
What her moms did with those men, she did with boys
And the men used to treat her moms hella bad
Call her out a name and hit her if she thought of yelling back
And one late night, while Ebony's laid up
Mom's friend sneaks into the room and rapes her
She never tells anybody, and she grows up
Feeling like she’s nothing 'cause that's what he told her
Every time he did it to her, now she's a known slut
Dudes mess over, not knowing that her soul's crushed
Uh, then she meets you one day
You got two options: be another number
Just another nigga that got what he wanted from her
You can be a part of her feeling worthless
Or be the first one to let her know what her worth is
She ready to hit the track, do you pimp her
Or give her the advice you would give your little sister?
Would you fix her, or would you let the cash you wanted
Convince you to take advantage of the fact she broken?
Bizzle

What's it gon' be? (I was in that situation, homie)
(And I ain’t make the right decision either)
What's it gon' be?
(I knew she was broken)
What's it gon' be? (But her being broken is what got me paid)
(Something in me told me to tell her)
What's it gon' be? (That she was better than that)
(But I knew if I told her that, my money would stop)
(Evil...)

Little Bink only fourteen
Pops was a dope dealer, mom was a dope fiend
Saw pops murdered, and moms ODed
So he moved with his G-moms back in '03
Projects, dead-middle of the Nickerson's
Looked up to the older bloods he would kick it with
Started off smoking weed, then started pitching it
Street life is reeling him in like a fishermen
Grandma loving him, but can't keep up with him
Big homies forcing him to fight just to toughen him
Everybody judging him, nobody was hugging him
Ignored the hope in him, just spoke to the thug in him
Heart getting colder by the minute
He never shows emotion, so no one knows what's in it
He never knew love, so all you got to do is ride for him
And he's ready to die or do fed time for you
Uh, then he meets you one day
Do you tell him it's a better way, give him hope?
Or do you sit him on the corner and give him dope?
Manipulate him into to taking your heat
And convince him that doing your time'll make him a G?
Do you make him a shooter and give him his first piece of chrome
Or tell him get his education, leave the streets alone?
You can help him throw his life away
Or be the first one to tell him he can start a new life today
Bizzle

What's it gon' be? (I remember having conversations with the homie)
(And talking 'bout the younger cats)
What's it gon' be? (Like they lives was expendable or something)
(Like, 'Yeah, we'll send the little niggas over there')
What's it gon' be? (Have them do dirt)
(Like they freedom wasn't worth nothing)
What's it gon' be? (Like they life being on the line wasn't worth nothing)
(Come on)

You got the option, homie
You can either speak life or speak death into this next generation
You can either do
What's best for you
Which is take a chick that's broken, keep her broken
Have the tools to fix her, and not use it
So that you can keep your money coming in, or see a little cat
Going in the wrong direction and keep him heading in that wrong direction
'Cause he'll do dirt for you
And he'll keep you out of jail, by putting his life, his freedom on the line for you
You can keep him lost
Or use your experiences, homie
To tell him, 'Don't go that way
I been that way, it's a dead end'
Come on, speak life
Turn your negative into positive
Yeah