Artist: D-Gotti f/ Cloe, Ronnie Spencer Album: Street Sermon Song: The Bread We Break Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Decisions we make, for the bread we break Getting locked behind gates, know I'm saying Gotta feel that, come on ride with me uh [Chorus: Ronnie Spencer & Cloe] The chances we take, for the bread that we break Decisions we make, lock us behind gates [D-Gotti] 23 years of pain in the hood, up to no good Fascinated by the way they swung 4's, and grip wood Never understood the chances they took, to stay alive Hopped down off the porch, eleven on the grind Feel me now, I'm knee deep and I can't turn back So easy to turn crack, and earn me some stacks In fact I'm on nine, by the age of fourteen And hoping to see a ki', 'fore I reach fifteen Believe the tribulations, situations I done faced A foot race for first place, in this paper chase First case delivery, possession red handed But God granted another chance, in this world of damage Somehow I managed, to work my muscle in this tussle Everyday was a hustle, trying to piece the puzzle Still I scuffled and shuffled, the cards that I was dealt And held on till I, made it over the first hill uh [Chorus] [D-Gotti] One time, for my niggaz still doing time One time, for my niggaz with a job trying One time, for my niggaz trying to get their shine One time, one time, one time Never had no job, sold tons of drugs But now a player stuck, I done ran outta luck Who to blame nobody but me, I faces the truth Naked with proof, cause now a nigga labeled a fool On the verge of being peace, living off the streets Could I be a streef, I'm assist till I sleep Cause peep in the hood, who gon' hold the scene Living fly for the day, about to die with dreams But I open up my eyes, cause the future seemed dim The game done got so quick, every deal I get trimmed Smokers getting sleep, for what we putting it in Heartless hustling blowing it up, to double the dividends I confess we's a mess, at times I can't rest Wondering will the 'jects, be my permanent address I knew it was cold, but this too damn low Lord hear me show the world, this ain't how it's suppose to go [Chorus] [D-Gotti] One time, for my niggaz still doing time One time, for my niggaz with a job trying One time, for my niggaz trying to get their shine One time, one time, one time And who's to say I'm a G, cause I bleed the streets And could I still be a G, if I work 7 to 3 And went home to my family, ery'day of the week Without skipping jail cells, and the task force sweeps Be unique my niggaz, monkey do what monkey see The penitentiary ain't for me, so I gotta keep my nose clean Still I bling-bling, on the Southside scene Still I ain't no kingpin, but I'm living my dream Feeling serene and loving the free, it's going down The high steaks I play for, remove our feet from solid ground Whoa now slow down, ain't losing us now Got us doing 85, percent of our time now As I bow down, on my knees Lord please Bless my G's show em better ways, to achieve Relieve all the pain, that came from doing wrong And help all my real niggaz, in the game hold on uh [Chorus] [D-Gotti] One time, for my niggaz still doing time One time, for my niggaz with a job trying One time, for my niggaz trying to get their shine One time, one time, one time (*talking*) Know I'm saying, boys gotta feel that mayn Decisions we make And they constantly locking us behind gates mayn You know I'm saying, you gotta get fed up mayn Keep your head up, know I'm saying It's all about chasing green mayn, but you gotta know Where your limits and your boundaries at baby Know I'm saying, feel that