Life At Risk
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics

Waking up to a little baby crying
Starting the day hearing a baby crying

Mom's yelling cuz pop's got his fists flying
Father is hitting mother and mother is yelling

It's nine in the morning and he's drunk
Father is drunk early in the morning

One day, I feel that I'm gonna shoot that punk
Narrator wants to kill his father someday

My bitch laying next to me in the bed
Referring to a female partner in bed

I honestly don't give a fuck if the ho is dead
Narrator cares so little for the partner that they wouldn't care if something bad happened to them

The only honor in my life is my rag
Narrator's gang affiliation is the only thing they take pride in

Without it, zip me up in a body bag
Life would be meaningless without gang affiliation

Grab my brother's unloaded forty-four
Narrator takes their brother's gun, but it's not loaded

Take the money-back bottles and head for the store
Collecting empty bottles to return for cash at the store

My neighborhood your life is a dare
Living in the singer's neighborhood is dangerous

Cuz there's factories pumping out black air
Factories are polluting the air in the artist's neighborhood

And I'm breathing this shit everyday
Narrator is exposed to pollution on a regular basis

Living crazy, cuz I'm dying anyway
Narrator lives recklessly because they feel like they have nothing to lose

I see this tramp hangin under the bridge
Narrator sees a homeless person under a bridge

I tell her go home and watch her kids
Narrator advises the homeless person to go take care of their children

You listen to them cry and sob
Narrator imagines the homeless person's children crying and being upset

Take your sorry ass and find a motherfucking job
Narrator tells the homeless person to get a job and stop being a burden on society

See my homies hanging at the liquor store
Narrator's friends are hanging out at the liquor store

40s in the catch, dice rollin on the floor
Narrator's friends are drinking 40-ounce bottles of alcohol and playing dice on the floor

They say my friends'll never be any good
Other people are critical of the artist's friends and their lifestyle choices

But the president wouldn't of been shit
Narrator believes that anyone, including the president, would be unsuccessful if they grew up in their neighborhood

If he was raised in my neighborhood
Speculating about how the president would fare if they grew up in the singer's neighborhood

My friends say the same old shit
Narrator's friends often repeat the same stories or excuses

The southwest side have a hit on me
Someone on the southwest side wants to harm the singer

I guess everyone's seen it
Narrator assumes that everyone is aware of the threat against them

When I slammed Johnny's head into the cement
Narrator recounts an act of violence they committed against someone named Johnny

It started all this crazy shit
Narrator attributes their current issues to the violence they inflicted on Johnny

And now we never set out without a loaded clip
Narrator always carries a loaded gun for protection

And we headed up to the dunk rim
Narrator and their friends are going to play basketball

Little boys on the court so we punked them out
Narrator's group intimidates younger boys on the basketball court

And I was thinking of my brother
Narrator is reminded of their brother when playing basketball

When he was pushed off the court he wanted to kill them fuckers
Narrator's brother had a violent reaction when he was bullied on the basketball court as a child

Now I'm standing in the bad guys shoes
Narrator sees themselves as a villain or antagonist

Payin' my dues
Narrator feels like they are being punished for their actions

And I don't have no where to be
Narrator has no specific plans or obligations

Just another street hood in the inner city
Narrator sees themselves as just another gang member in the city

And a man is gonna ask for some change
A homeless man approaches the singer and asks for money

Give him a dollar, so he can go and fry his brain
Narrator gives the homeless man money, but acknowledges that he will likely use it to buy drugs

Fuck no, I push him out the way
Narrator becomes aggressive toward the homeless man and shoves him aside

Cuz that sad motherfucker got shit to say
Narrator sees the homeless man as a nuisance who is bothering them

My homie was known for the mackin
Narrator's friend was known for his success with women

Now they got him doing 10 for car jackin
Narrator's friend was caught stealing a car and is now in prison

And I'm thinkin that I'm next to go
Narrator worries that they will also end up in prison

What the fuck I already live on Death Row
Narrator feels like they are already living a dangerous and unstable life

So many out there want me
Narrator feels like there are many people who want to harm them

Everybody wants to put a bullet in my head
Narrator feels like their life is constantly in danger

But I don't give a fuck if I die today
Narrator is so disillusioned with life that they are indifferent to the idea of dying

Everyone alive is gonna die anyway
Narrator sees death as an inevitability for all people

What the fuck is life about
Narrator questions the purpose of life

Come home late and daddy blow your mouth out
Narrator recounts a traumatic event from their past where their father was violent

That's in the past now, I ain't soft
Narrator has moved on from their past trauma and does not see themselves as weak

Daddy hits me today and I'm a blow his fuckin head off
Narrator feels like they would violently retaliate if their father were to harm them again

For now the bullets close but miss
Narrator has narrowly avoided being harmed by a gun

Livin my life at a risk
Narrator acknowledges that their lifestyle is dangerous and puts them in harm's way

You know, J, man, you're right
Narrator is in agreement with a person named J

Too many motherfuckers out there are fake
Narrator is frustrated by the number of fake or disingenuous people in their life

People need to understand
Narrator believes others should be more aware and understanding

That if you get hit enough times
Narrator believes that being hurt or traumatized can change a person

Then you start hitting back
Narrator feels like they have to fight back against people or circumstances that hurt them

All we are are pawns in the game board
Narrator believes that people have limited control over their lives and are often used or manipulated

And if this is the way everyone's playin' it
Narrator is resigned to the idea that others are also being manipulated or controlled

So be it, motherfuckers
Narrator is accepting of the situation and is willing to play along

Count us in
Narrator is willing to participate in whatever is happening

But the ICP is playin for keeps
Narrator's gang is serious and will not back down

Mackin is a game and everybody's playin
Narrator sees relationships as a game that everyone is involved in

Are you the one gettin played like a sucker
Narrator questions whether others are being taken advantage of

I think I liked it better when I was a kid
Narrator longs for the innocence and simplicity of childhood