Inner city strugglin', motherfuckin' rat race

Condemned pressure cooker, that explodes in your face

Another neighborhood gets destroyed by the drug deal

Staking a claim on an estate that is real

Pay the mob's price for your own protection

Half a wise guy makes the wrong connections

Flooding our streets with your wanna be bullshit

Who whacks who, don't matter who gets hit

The space between the death of our friends is so close

This month it was neglect, our boy died of an overdose

Last month a gunshot, a typical story

That's just the way it goes in a failed territory

No hope, just dope, and your chances are slim

To grow up and get out 'cause you're already in

The vacuum of the street so powerful

Sucking you in it drains your mind by the hour fool

Still smoking dippers our friends are all dusted

Slave to a bottle of juice, fucking disgusted

Can't you see the neighborhood's black hole

And the odds are that we'll never grow old

Young guns scam running on a get ahead quick tip

With your pretty ass crimes, you're on a blind road trip

Day to day death, wish we all carry inside

Welcome to your suicide

So you call yourself a part of the avenue crew

Living here doesn't offer much else to do

But get into beef and take each other's back

Kid of eighteen, broke his skull with a bat

Always changing with the trends like a fucking chameleon

Live for yourself 'cause you're one in a million

A rebel 'cause you weren't born into wealth

But the only thing holding you down is yourself

On the road we get phone calls breaking our hearts

When they find someone we love in the trunk of a car

Nothing you can do. Just another sad story

Wake up, break out

An epitaph from your own self doubt