I was born and raised in the valley of chrome,
where no one is safe not even at home.
The cops cant help their ill prepared.
defenceless to a bunch of kids runnin scared.

Forty glocks, fifty cals, and the infamous A-K
You can be neutral, you'll die any way.
So don't ever try to fill my shoes.
One day in my hood and you'll probably move.

The e.r. is filled from wall to wall,
And you know the doctor can't save em all
The streets are red,
from the blood thats been spilled.
Those same scared little kids senselessly killed.

What would you hear,
if you listened through my ears?
Probably the echo from a hundred tears,
spilled off the cheeks of millions of peers