Niggas half dead
still running from the mark of the beast
Seem like in the United States a black man can never be free
The irony of my story
of my minority
the Predator to the black man is the police
like pray while they
sit and wait
see you doing good
now they want to snatch your plate
it seems like all they do
is practice hate
like they so great
I'm black you white
I'm pretty sure
God didn't make no mistake
as I sit back and contemplate a focus on your hate
you Guys say you real
but you move like snake slithering around town looking for some Nigga
to beat down throw them in slavery
he just trying to take care of his baby

It's a long way to recovery shellshock
niggas busting glocks at crooked cops
body dropped my locks remind me
crime I don't stop
I'm trying to get paid off my CD
like a motherfuking dime rock meanwhile hit
the block set up shop
hit the microwave and watching Bubble up
to the top
Jimmy crack corn
But these niggas
crack that rock
on my block
you hear glock pop from
ox in survival of fittest
only the real
make it to the top
Or get knocked
off form the cops
Or it gang-related
we all stars even if we make it rich or not
everybody wants to make it when you do they hate it

Yeah I've been sick
I had death in my family you know the enemy
always attack you
when you waiting on your recovery
taking care of your family
I know times hard everyday I pray
praying to God
to find a better way
I think you should hear me out
If ever been in the struggle you know what
I'm talking about
when you living in the drought
you got to watch your mouth
a player hate it Nigga
say he your friend
might be the one take
you out

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