My thoughts are "premeditated",
im a street nigga plus "educated",
im light but my problems are heavy "weighted",so im going back to the place i "originated",
back to "square one", a little snot nosed kid with payless shoes i didnt want to "wear em"
my moms had three baby fathers you could "compare em"
all "abused her","confused her," "misused her", mentally and "physically"
made it through my childhood "miserably" used my imagination to escape the misery.
Seems like my life was a death "sentence",
not only for me but all the project "tenants",
to die was the only way for "independence"
only way of escape,present generations blaming past for their mistake,
we all just dozing zombies when will we awake, our future is at stake!!!!

im prophecising on shit that niggas is idolizing
beef is uprising
got niggas in the street with they heat in the horizon
whores on the corner with they little skirts
running to cars full of muthafucing perverts
little kids dope cooking, they 9s leave you shookin,
if you dont give away its tookin,
but anyway whos lookin,
whos peepin,me the hood deacon,
the beef is leakin, seems like bullets are heat seekin
cause every night some one chest is filled with metal,
broken stems on a rose pedal,
the life we live everday in the ghetto