[Verse One] [Hassaan Mackey]: I'm a product of my environment Weed smoke and silencers Victims run from gunshots where projects sit Reminiscing to view skeletal frames Memories of life hang from what little remains The results of young adults accustom to gangs Winos and hoes accustom to change See everything circles itself to be the same Under the eyes of street lights starvin' for fame You see us in two seaters, sweat suits and Adidas But the pictures all different up under the frames Most starve from chasin' the street god, code name desire Tryin' to higher up the charts to play the game of life The price comes at a hang us height We all buckets like fuck it, tryin' to dangle right With no rope, just hope, with a dream in sight The scope pivoting, I hope that I'm aimin' right
[Hook] [Journalist 103]: Where we live at? Where guns get sold, souls get told Where the Devil gainin' control ruin your goals Where we live at? Hoes get paid, spots get sprayed Livin' life day by day, daily we pray Where we live at? Kids they die from bullets that fly Where the code is eye for an eye go ahead and try Where we live at? Niggas get touched for thinkin' they tough Their righteous will bite the dust, that's how we live Where you live at?
[Verse Two] [Journalist 103]: I wake up in the morning burdened by the world's drama From the war on drugs to world hunger From my brothers and sisters being murdered in Gaza To the children in my hood shot dead on the corner So I pray for good health as well as endurance So I can help lead my people up out of this torment I got responsibilities to be totally honest I got a mission to complete even if I don't want it Steady I'm haunted by the conscious of ? They help guide me in the land of the trife thieves My heart bleeds as I'm stabbed by the knife of oppression Cause the words I'm expressin' deliver a message Manifestion of realness as the world turns You can witness the devil's lies, souls burn Now it's our turn, to carry the torch Of our predecessors in the booth as we stand firm
[Hook] [Journalist 103]: Where we live at? Where guns get sold, souls get told Where the Devil gainin' control ruin your goals Where we live at? Hoes get paid, spots get sprayed Livin' life day by day, daily we pray Where we live at? Kids they die from bullets that fly Where the code is eye for an eye go ahead and try Where we live at? Niggas get touched for thinkin' they tough Their righteous will bite the dust, that's how we live Where you live at?
[Verse Three] [Journalist 103]: If your style is wack you better run and hide I'm here to shut down your block for the genocide Do or die is a slogan that's emphasized In the inner city limits is where the children lie Tears drop from the eyes of the elder folk Cause the youth never listened every time they spoke They'd rather roll up and choke on that good reefer And pretend that they ready fro the Grim Reaper In reality, homie you ain't even close Demons snatchin' at your soul like the movie Ghost We get comatose Numb to the spinnin' grams So we crafty with synonyms for the dividends We get nice for a piece of ice Or a piece of ass Depending on the time and the circumstance But depending on the time and the circumstance Will determine how your viewed when your life's past
[Hook] [Journalist 103]: Where we live at? Where guns get sold, souls get told Where the Devil gainin' control ruin your goals Where we live at? Hoes get paid, spots get sprayed Livin' life day by day, daily we pray Where we live at? Kids they die from bullets that fly Where the code is eye for an eye go ahead and try Where we live at? Niggas get touched for thinkin' they tough Their righteous will bite the dust, that's how we live Where you live at?