Inner city motherfuckin' rat race Condemned pressure cooker that explodes in face Another neighborhood destroyed by the drug deal Stakin' a claim on an that is real
Pay the mob's price for own protection Half a guy makes the wrong connections Flooding our streets with your be bullshit Who whacks who, don't matter who hit
The space between the death of our friends is so This month it was neglect, our boy of an overdose Last a gunshot a typical story That's just the way it goes in a failed
No hope, just dope and your chances are To grow up and get out 'cause you're in The vacuum of the street so you in it, drains your mind by the hour fool
Still dippers our friends are all dusted Slave to a bottle of fuckin' disgusted you see the neighborhood's a black hole And the odds are that we'll never old
Young scam runnin' on a get ahead quick tip With your ass crimes, you're on a blind road trip Day to day death wish we all inside Welcome to your
An from your failed territory An epitaph from your territory An epitaph from failed territory An epitaph from your territory
up, break out An epitaph your own self doubt Wake up, out
up, break out An epitaph from your own self Wake up, out
You call yourself a of the avenue crew Living here doesn't much else to do But get beef, take each other's back Kid of broke 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 you weren't born into wealth But the only holdin' you down is yourself
On the road we get the phone breakin' our hearts When find someone we love in the trunk of a car you can do just another sad story An epitaph from your territory
An epitaph your failed territory An epitaph from failed territory
An from your failed territory An epitaph your failed territory An epitaph from your failed An epitaph from your failed