och visst kan jag lägga upp.
Night assemble, road trembles of street hustle
Each dusk we bust, we keep tussle (see)
Street hustle's a must, deal and steal just
To feed my son a meal to keep his cheek muscles
Tryna keep my head out of prison, like eastwood
Son isn't a felon with his pillar, but he would
Become one, like helen killers if he knew I did crime
he thinks I'm an employee, working nine to five
Find 'n' sight, only work done's my nine when fired
With great precision, minding cops off my division
Provision my fam's my plan, as the man it's my mission
Position where I am, it isn't my decision
Where I stand, is the product of our conditions
And amaze when I say... I aint no magician
Food aint gon' pop on my plate if I start wishin'
I'm just another fucking niggah caged in the system
Another fucking niggah lost in this stupidity
Where pullin' the triggah is the obvious liquidity
Where diggers need a raise in pay, where racists reign
Where saftey claims to be the main... priority
This shit is lame, how can we remain safe
When gun holders constitute a great majority
They say one 'n' one isn't always two (true)
Specially not when count's done by republican fools
Even in school they got guns, cocked locked and loaded
shootin' everyone, the glock's got 'em goaded