I call this one The Death letter:

Take this to the heat because you cant help to be beat//
your way out of line kicking your own ass behind//
yo a drunk man living in a retarded basket, the days get cold old
and you die in a casket// Take the pane,shittting in veighn, people think your insane// your a black punk living in the hood
reachin in your pocket and pullin out your sood// in the eyes of
the law you think you have a chance, f-ck this take a gun and try to advance// looking behind you looking for a train track, but a
black man shoots you in the back// The letter has come to lift my soul up high, here it goes to death to die//