[Intro]
  There's one brain
  There's two halves to one brain
  One half's the pen, the other half's a steel
  Check the story
  
  [Chorus 2X]
  Pain, yo, is all I feel
  I'mma die wit my pen, or I'mma die wit my steel
  
  [King Just]
  A young shorty on the block, wit no props
  Fightin every day, turn the pot, and crackin beer top
  In the hallway, gettin fucked up, everyday
  You ever thought about goin to school? No way
  I always thought I'd be a big rap star
  Drive fancy cars and travel like far
  Aha, dream didn't come true, now it's 1982
  So what the hell you want me to do?
  I wanna sell drugs and hang wit the thugs
  From the projects, and own a nickel plated tech
  But yet, I still got the skill to rock the crowd
  I guess rappin should just be style
  But now, I can't take it no more
  I'm ready to get my gat and tell you face down to floor
  Give me what you got, nigga, shit is real
  I'mma die wit my pen, or I'mma die wit my steel
  
  [Chorus 2X]
  
  [King Just]
  So damn confused, this life just don't seem the same
  Kids on the smelly court, playin the ghetto games
  I reminisce about the shit that I did
  You couldn't be soft and live where I lived
  Cuz only the strong survive, and the weak die
  Well ain't that a bitch, oh, my, my, my
  Momma, why I gotta be like that?
  Face the fact, I want the respect of my ghetto back
  So I dig deep cuz I got a lot to give
  As the world turns, but only one life to live
  So come on my children, let's start rebuildin
  A new foundation for every man's nation
  I try to make a stand, but every stand's a downfall
  I sat on the bench while other kids played ball
  It's not the fact that I lack athletic
  I'd rather grab a pen and pad, and get poetic
  
  [Chorus 2X]
  
  [King Just]
  Bow, boom, bang, same to the '90's
  Two-Six Mob, nigga, that's where you'll find me
  Down wit Black Fist, now, my promo's on Kiss
  And everybody around town want's to talk shit
  I guess that's the way life goes, I guess no one knows
  Yo, we all choose our own roads
  So you choose yours, and I'mma choose mine
  Who knows, we just might make it at the same time
  Define, yo, the meanin of jealously
  And I show you a hundred rappers that can't fuck wit me
  True, so what's the moral to the story?
  The God is on his way to glory, but yet there's more G.
  I became that nigga to the cess
  My lifestyle change and now it's headed to the West
  I guess, I have to do some shows out there
  But when I appear, the crowd shook wit fear
  Yo, I can't die wit my steel
  I got a career now, to make at the top of my field
  So you ask, how does the story end?
  One love to Shaolin, we gotta die wit our pen
  
  [Chorus 4X]
  
  [Outro]
  Yo this is a message from the God
  Dreams come true only if you make 'em happen
  One love to Shaolin