[Verse 1]

Listen up, yo, shit I get upset if I see a nigga,
layin in his sweats

With blood comin out his head like sweat, knowin
I could be next

So, what about all the babies that aint fully
born

That's less fortunate, like that man walkin with
one arm

They tried to throw me up in a orphanage, with
all the kids

But I stayed up in the offices cuz they couldn't
get me, off a kid

It's sad when a good mother put hard work

Like wash clothes, off the shit we played on and
got hurt

Why she gotta pay for the dirt

Cuz her only son is up the street with the whole
block sour

Cuz you know bodies lay for 'bout for eight hours

Wanna talk about our chrome whips

There's niggas out there don't own shit

While we sit at home and bone a bitch while
niggas is homeless

See niggas get piped over dice, wiped out, over 4
digit price

Damn near broke my heart, made me so sick, I had
to go shit

Found her up the steps a bloody mess, hopeless

It wasn't cops cuz only street niggas empty the
whole clip

Ya know this

CHORUS 2X: Case and Drag-On

People come, people go, that's the way life is

(and I heard that)

I don't know what to do, guess I just have to
laugh

(and we heard that)

[Verse 2]

Yo bullets don't have no name

Or maybe y'all niggas should get better aim

And stop puttin these innocent people in pain

It's a damn shame that life aint, nothin but a
game

And we all at the 4th quarter, cuz our time is
shorter and shorter

Cuz y'all got time to tap our phones and hear the
orders

And stop the coke from comin across the waters

But y'all can't stop the slaughters

Or the people from starvin

The guns is not standin still, they still
revolvin

Uptight and still mobbin

Blacks still sling cracks and know I know why
they call it

Fishscale, from Columbia to New York on a boat
the shit sells

Tell a weak whore, and when I score

I'ma open up my door and give to the poor

Til they tell me they don't even want no more

Y'all keep raisin the rent, then tell us how to
raise our kids

And categorize us on, where we live like by on
broadway

It's all Dominicans and blacks that's packed in
projects serious

And why y'all call it a project, are we an
experiment?

CHORUS 2X

[Verse 3]

Yo, I wasn't tryin to be a slave

Or encaged up with braids

I was saved by a guy with a older age with grades

Told me the other ways to get paid, than lettin
my gun wave

We know you brave, get yo' shit tight and here's
a pen

It's much lighter, like click click, that's a gun
sound

Blau! That's a round now hit the ground

That's what Drag learns cuz his pop's back was
turned

Now call the cops, what about that gat that just
got pungin

Or that kid that got it 41 times, you call that
justice?

If it is, then what the fuck is this

Somethin I must have just missed

Maybe Christmas and get a nut off, we get our hot
water cut off

Off my Timbs I wipe the mud off, cuz I put the
stomp in it

Pretty rivers, and lakes and ponds, Drag was in a
swamp in Bronx

Well death is where I coulda gone

Cuz where I'm from the bullets long

Y'all see the news, but why my block gang got no
footage on

Cuz my life is like a movie, when you die, aint
no comin back shit

So if one of y'all get shot, nigga handle it

CHORUS 4X to fade