When the word gets out, the sirens get loud
mistreated by orders; I’m placed in cuffs from my offence of slang.
If however I don’t speak plain, my face will be bland, but they won’t understand
Slaved to the streets against learning something unless mom comes around then I’m called gangster
look, homeboy should be Sir, unless you become me, and your speech becomes cursed

Part II (Corrected Slang)

Hello to you Sir, avoiding those words because the block wont except it.
They’ll persuade me with tree and puff weed all day now all my homies up in the sky no Redbull, when niggas get real they don’t talk
just another blank word , another blank look
They’d be speaking truth instead of inspiring youth