Inner city strugglin' rat race Condemned pressure cooker that in your face Another neighborhood gets destroyed by the drug Stakin' a on an estate that is real
Pay the mob's price for your own a wise guy makes the wrong connections Flooding our streets your wanna be bullshit Who whacks who, matter who gets hit
The space between the death of our friends is so This it was neglect, our boy died of an overdose month a gunshot a typical story That's the way it goes in a failed territory
No hope, just dope and chances are slim To grow up and get out 'cause already in The vacuum of the street so Suckin' you in it, drains your mind by the hour
smokin' dippers our friends are all dusted Slave to a bottle of juice disgusted Can't you see the neighborhood's a hole And the odds are we'll never grow old
Young guns scam runnin' on a get quick tip With your pretty ass crimes, you're on a blind road Day to day death wish we all inside Welcome to your
An epitaph from your failed An epitaph from failed territory An from your failed territory An epitaph your failed territory
Wake up, out An epitaph your own self doubt up, break out
Wake up, out An from your own self doubt up, break out
You call yourself a of the avenue crew Living here offer much else to do But get into beef, take each back Kid of eighteen his skull with a bat
Always changin' the trends like a fuckin' chameleon You should for yourself 'cause you're one in a million A rebel 'cause you born into wealth But the only thing holdin' you down is
On the road we get the phone breakin' our hearts When they find someone we in the trunk of a car Nothin' you can do just sad story An epitaph from your territory
An epitaph your failed territory An epitaph from your failed
An from your failed territory An epitaph from your territory An epitaph from failed territory An from your failed territory