ambulances in the hood/ sirens
gunshots firin peeps is dyin
while our presidents liein
aint none of um tryin/ to change the facts
we got poverty racism wit whites n blacks
and all other races cowards switchin faces
turnin they backs life is wack sometimes
my pain is concealed behind my rhymes
wicked lines through hard times
god said let there be light ima shine
the best i can becomin a man
my plan is to make u understand wut i been through
surprised im not mental with rubber walls surroundin
astonishin or astoundin how people get away wit crimes
o.j. blood in the bronco should be doin time
but hes free from the bars the nnocent in prison yards
cuz the system fucked up we need to stand up get the fuck up
speak whats on ya mind dont be a busta them boys will rush ya
if they aint feelin ya colors gang wars brothers fightin eachother
whats in store for me to see eternity eternally
well if god gon take me betta than now than never
we all gon die so have fun make ya cheddar