Police Dispatcher ..



He's headed out a window

The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch

We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River

And we have four people parking behind the eastern runway

(Ugh, take a ride, to my block (my block))

OK it looks good, your clear now

(That's right)

Go

(We're on my motherfucking block)



[Verse 1]



They got a nigga, shedding tears

Reminiscing on my past fears

Cause shit was hectic for me last year

It appears that I've been marked for death

My heartless breath

The underlying cause of my arrest

My life is stressed

And no rest, forever weary

My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery

Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary

But at times unnecessary

I'm gettin' worried

Teardrops and closed caskets

The three strikes law is drastic

And certain death for us ghetto bastards

What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire?

Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die

But don't cry through your despair

I wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on welfare

And who cares if we survive?

The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin on a four-five

My neighborhood ain't the same

Cause all these little babies goin' crazy or they sufferin in the game

And I swear it's like a trap

But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back

Hoes show me love

Niggaz give me props

Forever hop, cause it don't stop

On my block



[Chorus]



Maybe life is but a dream

Hard times is all we've seen

(On my Block)

Every block