As time passin' us by in my community Wathcin' the die Bitch police and the brutality Prozac and Ritalin, that ain't we need And wonder why our children smokin' weed
As time keep passin' us by in my Wathcin' the die Bitch made and the brutality Prozac and Ritalin, that ain't we need And why our children keep smokin' weed
Take a look into the gun, at what we've become don't love me, only come around the first of the month Me and mommy in the slump, why don't he love us? I can't even blame him 'cause since I came
We stuck in the same ghetto Now I'm carryin' heavy when times is tough I don't about ya neighborhood, but baby, mines is rough Abandon buildings police searchin' all the
Ain't no peace in the streets, at least not where I'm Kneeling to God 'cause Satan never gave us a Evil never had no rhythm, man, the Devils can't Got three pairs of pants but I em all creased Whether chicken or ham, we gon' use the same
Each is a struggle, beg, borrow or hustle Yeah, scufflin' just try to stay out of trouble Hell, of rap music, put it on my mama And if it's gonna be gun play, launchers, grenades and AKs
As time passin' us by in my community Wathcin' the die Bitch made police, and the Prozac and Ritalin, that ain't what we And wonder why our children keep smokin'
As time keep passin' us by in my Wathcin' the die made police, and the brutality Prozac and Ritalin, ain't what we need And wonder why our children keep smokin'
Why is the on my back like that? Don't ask me, I'm for passion, I'm on niggas, come blast me All my people tellin' me I should more Yes, roll up a dub, smoke bud in the club, flesh
on a come up, I'm from Cleveland, and Columbus, Ohio Don't hate for science, and the [unverified] Yet all these niggas gang bang, somebody should 'em the truth I'll sell em somethin' that'll get they to pumpin' And the youth
in the graveyard, everybody's playin' hard Satan's on a to get us I hope that with us and given us slave ways Ruthless got us on fifty a day One hundred and ninety thousand I platinum don't pay
Can I please get some mo' Somebody could buy my way 'cause shit the due Glad I got ghetto let the industry pimp you, pimp you, pimp you
As time keep passin' us by in my Wathcin' the die Bitch police, and the brutality and Ritalin, that ain't what we need And wonder why our children keep smokin'
As keep passin' us by in my community Wathcin' the die Bitch police, and the brutality and Ritalin, that ain't what we need And wonder why our keep smokin' weed
Babies born AIDS And we pray for them boys they hoarding the helicopter rain on 'em, I'm gainin' on 'em Maintain the main on 'em, shame on 'em
But another died of vain for 'em, slain Two and fifty crashed in the plane And the only thing that survived was the box They frame the black cops, slang rock
Wannabe Hot Boyz, so he gon' the block hot, block hot They see me squashed out my glock, cocked, and pop pop Go to jail nobody send you mail
Hell, I'm ridin' 'til wheels fall off Or they can take it to the shop Shut up, I'm on you bustas What? Ready to get your struggle on, no
you wanna double up, you keep fuckin' up Your gone, time's gone, everybody's runnin' a muck They say that is sick But just do wanna fuck
As time keep passin' us by in my the children die Bitch police, and the brutality Prozac and Ritalin, that ain't what we And why our children keep smokin' weed
As time keep us by in my community the children die Bitch made police, and the Prozac and Ritalin, that ain't what we And wonder why our keep smokin' weed
As time passin' us by in my community Wathcin' the die Bitch made police, and the Prozac and Ritalin, that what we need And wonder why our children keep smokin'
As time keep us by in my community the children die Bitch made police, and the Prozac and Ritalin, that ain't we need And wonder why our children keep smokin'