Take a look into the gun, look at what we’ve become/
Daddy don’t love me. Only come around the first of the month/
Me and Mommy still in the slump, why don’t he love us?/
I can’t even blame him cuz ever since I came, we been stuck/
In the same ghetto. Now I’m carryin’ heavy metal when times is tough/
I don’t know about your neighborhood, but baby, mine’s is rough/
Abandoned buildings, police searchin’ all the children/
Ain’t no peace in the streets, at least, not where I’m livin’/ Kneeling to God, cuz Satan never gave us a chance/
Evil never had no rhythm. Man, the Devils can’t dance/
Got 3 pairs of pants, but I keep ‘em all creased/
Whether chicken or ham, we gon’ use the same grease/
Each second is a struggle; Beg, borrow or hustle/
Yeah, I’m scufflin’ money just to stay out of trouble/
Hell, I'm a rebel of rap music, put it on my mama. And if it’s gonna be gunplay/
Rocket launchers, grenades, and AK’s/