I'm from a city with a lot of churches and a lot of sinners
Where they argue, fuss, and curse. a lot of boards on top of windows
Where the blacks date the whites but the whites hate the blacks
Where my n***as dealing crack but got the crosses on their backs
Man This is how they live, This is all they know
Either you working foods, Or you dealing blow
Cause Either way you gotta eat, To stay alive inside these streets
And Keep a rubber under sheets in case you dealing with these freaks
And keep a hammer by the bed to fix the loose screws in your shed
Or get away because of books, Man either way you dropping led
Don't trust the issues that they said, We just trying to survive
And In the streets it's RNS and live by eye for an eye
And it don't matter what you cook, you still dividing the pie
Man it's the circle of life We trying to live it precise
We trying to get out the hood So we can start living good
And live life like we should I just just that we could, could
We only focused on the future and the present
We trying to be the kings cause we tired if being the peasants