In my day
Things were different
In the good days
Everything was alright
Trying to get a bite
Wasn't no fight
But out of spite
Shit ain't right
Black man
Powered down
Minorities looked upon
Not is the right sense
My sense stays good
While some of us r in the hood
We all in it together
Why not stand as one
Don't be the against each other
Endless killing
Non willing dealing and stealing
Has to stop
Money is greed
They want a way to the top
Must stop to see
What the world come to
And might be
3eyes open
None closed
What are we proposed?
Death....