As time keep passing us by in my community
Watching the children die
Which made police, and the brutality
Prozac and Ritalin, that ain't what we need
And wonder why our children keep smoking weed
Take a look into the gun, look at what we've become
political people, only come around the first of the month
the community still in the slump
Why don't they care us?
Now children carrying heavy metal when times is tough
I don't know about the neighborhood, but baby, mines is rough
Abandoned buildings police searching all the children
Ain't no peace in the streets, at least not where I'm living
Kneeling to god cause satan never gave us a chance
Evil never had no rhythm, and the devils can't dance
Got three pairs of pants
But i keep them all creased
Whether chicken or ham, we gone use the same grease
Each second is a struggle, beg, borrow or hustle
scuffling money just try to stay out of trouble
And if it's gonna be gun play, rocket launchers, grenades, and ak's
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