Inner city strugglin' rat race Condemned pressure cooker that explodes in face Another neighborhood gets by the drug deal a claim on an estate that is real
Pay the mob's for your own protection Half a wise guy makes the wrong our streets with your wanna be bullshit Who whacks who, matter who gets hit
The between the death of our friends is so close This month it was neglect, our boy of an overdose Last month a a typical story That's the way it goes in a failed territory
No hope, just dope and your chances are To grow up and get out 'cause already in The vacuum of the street so Suckin' you in it, drains mind by the hour fool
Still smokin' dippers our friends are all Slave to a bottle of juice disgusted Can't you see the neighborhood's a black And the are that we'll never grow old
Young guns scam runnin' on a get quick tip With your pretty ass crimes, you're on a road trip Day to day death we all carry inside Welcome to your
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You call yourself a part of the avenue Living doesn't offer much else to do But get into beef, take each back Kid of broke his skull with a bat
Always changin' with the trends like a chameleon You live for yourself 'cause you're one in a million A rebel 'cause you weren't born wealth But the only thing you down is yourself
On the we get the phone calls breakin' our hearts When they find we love in the trunk of a car Nothin' you can do just sad story An epitaph from failed territory
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