Im tired of cats allways thinkin they gangsta//
with no knowledge of gats and never carry the banger//
and with they chest poked out but lives in danger//
Gambino tired of all that man Im just tryna relax//
tryna smoke a port or two even though theres only two in the pack//
my niggaz knowledge is slim and its teaching they lack//
like the trials and tribulations of heritage in the color of black//
time and time again i loose my trail of thought//
but Im thinking more and more and my spirtual values cant be bought//
peice//