They walk around scared and when we come near they give us odd stares
when really we should be the ones with fear
when the coppas roll around the gun us down outta no where
blood spilled on the ground another son or brother down
when we cry for help them politicians frown so what now?
We do what we can survival in the hood the burbs and in the country land
seems far stretched when evil is etched it their minds
and any thought of good is far fetched in their minds
it's like every second that pass by is another fast lie what are we doing?
Living just to die?
When will it be our turn to rise?
We've tried many times but the only ones who've risen are busy sinning
upheaval of the ghetto trap life was our beginnings
but why continue bringing up a struggle that we hate
its only turning the innocent into someone everyone of us can relate
another stereotype a product of your stereo hype
come on be honest I know you hated the ghetto life
and I know y'all are speaking from a far
cause I don't see y'all out here when there firing canon balls
but whatever I guess I may as well be speaking in tongues
because you artist won't listen to the problem you are bringing along with them racist
it's been this way for a while but why bother say it in school
oh yea that's right you think I'm a fool
And I'm only cool with the thugs and the fake suburban trappers
and decades after those thoughts never faded
but oh well I'm still on my escapade to escalate over the hating anyway
and what's that? I won't amount to anything?
We'll see how that goes when I'm president over this petty game