It's impossible for you to match up to my cappadon,
your outta place, in my state, like Martha Stuart in the amazon,
fact's are, im born, bred, raised, smokin haze
queens my home, place of drive by shoot out's on sunny days
hard truth is many don't come back,
so we keep their flame's lit & keep on pressin on cause this is combat
no Vietnam, more like desert storm,Generation kill..
don't blink, travel in swarms, keep the corner's payin bill's
it's like the sounds from my cipher bled,
got the city crying murder cause senior citizen's is all loosin they oxygen
my neighborhood need's analyzing
cause big enterprises, wanna build condo's, knockin shelter's buildin franchises
time's a frame on the wall where the picture's 3D,
on the other side it's hollow, we choose what we wanna see,
turn a cheek, ignore fact's or take us a leap of faith,
no one said it'd be easy, gotta drop the crime rate,
cause we makin our own body bag's,
never know when it's our time nd who take's us out, might be ur other half
in fact
think past, the past, look forward, ull see what i mean by the way relationship's last
everything come's to an end, fairy tale's it's all pretend,
bullshit, mind prospers where they set the blind trend's,
again, send them to fend for they selves,
out in my part of town' get turn into retail ,
forget all detail's, minor scratch on windshield,
stay quiet till you bout to blow then up and raise hell,
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