I try to get away an fly, but every time somebody lie,
I cry an I don´t know why, I get High,
wondering will all my homeboys die?
Some did, an I know they wasn´t ready for it,
but the bomb droped, from the crooked cop,
I fired a shoot an couldn´t stop.
Now Im on the block with another cop, I feel stuck,
time to pull the plug, an fire a shoot ad the cop.
Feels like time stop, with my hand on the glock.
Nobody mention my name in this street game,
on the way to fortune an fame, with nobody to blame
but the man in the mirror, with no name,
it´s enough to drive a Man Insane.
All I feel is pain as I sit in the pooring rain.
I scream ur name to the sky, why did U have to die,
I guess we Can´t denye the fact, no one cares
if u white or black, so u better stay strapped
stack ur sack an neva turn ur back....