Yo, you know the streets keep calling, and these feens keep snorting, Police on the beat so walk the streets with caution, Look at Mike Brown, he was gunned down in Missouri! And all around the world, you keep hearing the same story, Look at Walgreen's rest in peace, Santiago, Forget a model you know this song ain't a novel, I hit the lotto, off of Casio tracks, Spitting facts, Real rap, i guess i brought it all back, Boom bap and claps, i put my heart in my scratch, that's why I'm trying to change the world, before we all collapse, perhaps before i snap, relax and start thinking, We waste money all year on smoking and drinking, Look at the precincts, they teach us, schools and jails, but when a murder is committed who denies us bail ? 25 years away and all you see is a cell, and sat part world, you don't receive no mail -
DJ DX [Verse Two]
Straight from the mental I'm spitting these flows on instrumentals, credentials, no need to write, don't need no pencil, but if you, come at my squad then it's an issue, this life, has treated me trife, it's just so simple, Dear momma, look at my life, look what I've been through, sinful, drugs and crimes, it's so forgetful, My mind is deep into time, i gotta grind, i shine, haters still hate cuz i arrived, lies i put 'em in rhymes then i shall die, but NY stop smoking that Ly, you know u high, goodbye good riddance, my whole life was written, Rappers trying to spit facts but they lacking tradition, Hip-hop made me a known public figure, but white supremacists, still calling me nigger!!! First you get the money, then you earn respect, yeah I'm balling but i spit it like a season vet -