Hey are you their

And hey I might disapear

And hey I will always rember you right hear

close to death enemies coming close but yo you know how we do what we do I ant done yet

If we ant born to make it then we will make it on our own

If every day fucked up what will tommrow be huh

even tho homies dead and gone we still hold on

still in the war in the same war zone hoping are prayer come threw

We die true repping blue sceen patna moma die over the flu how come rich folk dont die like we do

Their is nother way over oppressed squezzing the trigga of a tek mcs are lunch crushed as soon as i grab a mic

sentebced to death still pray feeling the pain so stuck in the rain we cant find shelter from the storm

Whats next aligned to die at a goal line because we walkk with to much streanght

all becuse a white mans scared of it we face death for him selfish