Don't be scared of the truth presented you mixed up in it
I tell a brotha right he fuckin resent it(it aint me though)
Be the life got em actin a fool, holdin the tools
they sayin fuk life matta fact fuk you too
We street educated, degreed, diploma to boot
Never waited the greed a have ya frozen rockin a suit
but the last one, my passion is so strong I hold on
Screamin I can't give up, I'm tired of tippin my cup
pourin out good booze for all dem soldiers we loose
The game dun defamed my whole culture
And we dun bought in, the main consumers
No action, steady compaining how the fuck the gon do us
Playin games wit our life, wild as fuck, blamin our parents
I'm dodging genes that I'm scared to inherit
And u know it's a shame though
cause most niggas never pray for peace but they prayin for dough
prayin for cars, prayin for mo hoes, and jewelry wit mad glow
A damn waste, maybe they right, maybe I'm wrong
pouring out my soul just for feedback from yall.