Like the dead end kids, we used to play in the streets
  Never worryin about grief, football spelled relief
  Ronnie ? was the coach for us
  see he taught us to play, almost every single day, OK
  Now on Evergreen was Larry and Mike and Lon
  My cousin Boo lived there too just to name a few
  with Sha-rone, he's bad to the bone, Boo's little sidekick
  And a badass mouth, he used to feist it on Harmon Street
  with Zach, Leo and Ed
  Me Jody and Boop by June, Rocky and then comes
  Tommy and Cedric, Lamont and Greg, unique in our own right
  At times we'd fight, but that's a-ight
  Still, not realizin we had love, it showed
  when we played, no phony charades against
  one another, now while I write this song
  It's like some are still alive and a couple are gone
  
  * Chorus * (4X)
  We're born to live, a life to die
  Life's so damn short and I wonder why
  
  As kids, you're overlookin death
  It didn't seem important or serious, it just seems curious
  It was about, wakin to a bowl of cereal
  Cartoons on Saturday's, karate flicks, and like
  ridin your skateboard, or bicycle
  And went as deep as Killa Joe on the corner drinkin Ripple
  Plus, Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool
  We got along, we all knew right from wrong
  By far, we got a dose that life was hard
  A Spanish we were close with, was killed by a car
  Shocking, Alberto was hit, on the block and
  death was spontaneous, his moms was clockin him 'cross the street
  He just received an award
  for Little League baseball like an hour before, plus
  He didn't even get to see the summer set in
  Dyin all young at the age of seven
  It opened up my eyes small that the flesh was weak
  As a kid, thinkin shit like that was mad deep, peep it
  
  * Chorus *
  
  Now when somebody is gone, that's when you realize how close you was
  how close you are.. like a star
  Real deep it takes time to heal
  And still from time to time you wish you could find the way to forgive
  and let him know you forgave
  But they can't feel six feet deep inside the grave
  What's left, but attend his wake, believin if it was you
  he'd do it for old time's sake, damn
  I'm disturbed, by the news when I was told I was sittin
  Knowin damn well Boo ain't bullshittin
  My life flashed like big bills of cash
  and good times we had, now it's all so sad
  One of my childhood pals hit the road
  When you take, to the streets, then you die, by the code
  But in this case, who knows what went down?
  Bottom line is wishin that he still was around
  Now he found a spot in my heart, or should I say lobotomy
  Mike, know you're trapped inside of me
  And every other brother in Bushwick
  Who rushed to your side thick, all down with the click
  Yeah, God Bless he laid to rest
  Call him Mike Boogie, that's what describes the nigga best
  
  * Chorus *
  
  We're born to live (4X)
  
  Like that y'all