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up:
Black man a fresh cut
sagging, see you done messed up
Dress code got the nigga coming
Ain't spoke one word, but they know all
Top with my hat low
round wit nowhere to go
Beat up, on my latest flow
(Sirens), go ahead nigga take it

One:
(Nah) Why do niggas get nervous, when sirens surface?
Probably cause stomp a nigga out on purpose
must've fit a description
You know the one fit the dark skin you in
Got any weapons? the weed nigga?
In other words, a reminder we niggas
my record.. the shits clean
Grew up on the southside they claim them streets mean
But every weapon drawn on me, been by with badges
Imagine.. that do to a teenage psyche
Or the niggas in my that look just like me
Just showing off my new pair of all Nikes
Now I'm affiliated, with straight A's?, unlikely
Nigga ain't even out of School
And taught me life don't play by my rules
Just sit back, the fuck up and be cool
And if you don't, well, peace
Orange suit, pink bottoms, that's the code
In that 6, ducee, in the middle drop O
Private shopping niggas on the low
Line'em up and knock'em over like some dominos
Truth is that lil had no where to go
Just down the road of the life he know

Black man a fresh cut
sagging, see you done messed up
Dress code got the nigga coming
Ain't spoke one word, but they all about'cha
This life got all kind of
they let a nigga by if he kind of cool
Just smile and put on the show
But.. be weary of ya code

Verse
They only to scratch the surface
You left ya block, now you got'em all
On elevators, they they purses
We started snatching'em, shit got then
The lil homie, just dropped out of
Got a bitch pregnant, started flashing his
Slung a lil dope and I asked why
He said... cuz that's nigga do
How can you excel, ya only hope is jail?
they treat you like a loser you can only expect to fail
Gotta read between the lines, when you in the hell
If they hide it from ya then learn to read braille
Colors, this life don't love us
Black only hope show yo ass in them covers
King Magazine, I he had a dream
Woke up and saw murder scene
Shit, look what doing to Obama
Brought'em office just so he can drop bombs brah
Protect Monsanto, snatch civil rights
He in control yall, why can't you see the light?
Black man's plight, black man's
Black men bred to fight, so black men
is we got no where to go
Just down the road of the life we know

Black man a fresh cut
sagging, see you done messed up
Dress code got the coming out'cha
Ain't spoke one word, but know all about'cha
This life got all kind of
they let a nigga by if he kind of cool
Just and put on the best show
But.. be weary of ya code

Three: (Spoken Word)
and Gentleman,
Welcome to wasteland, your local neighborhood ghetto
Where the grind is so deep, we seem to let go
Surrounded by pimps, playas, hustlas and
Where are as they seem, a land with no dreams
No hope, no ambition, but niggas got a make a living
Ain't no 9 to 5's so I its time to ride
Got kids we gotta for, keep ya eyes open for 5-0
Cuz they don't give a fuck, they toss the drugs in ya back to make that quota
And the ones outside of the ghetto hear about the drama but they don't know though
So we find stuck in a cycle,
And when you try to rise above it all best become rivals..

Black man a fresh cut
Pants sagging, see you done up
Dress code got the nigga coming
Ain't spoke one word, but know all about'cha
This got all kind of rules
Sometimes they let a nigga by if he kind of
Just smile and put on the show
But.. be weary of ya dress