Is there a way out???

It’s the life we chose, when friends become foes,
And the dough will get you killed faster then you know,
It’s the life we chose, guns, money, dope and hoes.
The only way out is getting shot out.
It’s the life we chose, livin in the projects,
Looking out da window of the fifth floor,
Witnessing murder from the age 4. 
My daddy used to tell me, son go to school,
Get an education and be no ones fool,
Mah daddy got killed, by an over does,
Livin his life on the streets, wad da fuck he noes?
I told him daddy shut the fuck up, u don’t noe shit
Go get some crack, you fuck…
Now I realized that he was right, living dis life
Aint a paradise, Scared for my life every were I go
Getting shot from behind, every nigga noes.
So now I tell u kids, don’t end up like dis, go to school,
Study, become somebody, don’t listen to those niggas out there,
They need dough, but they’re mad scared, believe boy,
If u see a gun…run, run, run….