Welcome to the land of the killers, greedy, and fortunate/
Power to every reprisenter who would go to war for it/
The streets are cold and yet they ain't plannin to warm a bit/

I mapped 'em out, I dare you to step in these coordinates/
The nights are torturous, He wanna see his town flourish/
But how that goin happen when most of the people malnourished?/

He found courage in the darkest parts of alleyways/
He found strength in the sharpest parts of palisades/
His homies salivate 'fore they even around a plate/

'Cause they hungry for the top and ain't none of 'em down to wait/
The school system is wack, some fools picking up gats/
A few prisons are packed, These dudes missing the facts/

He goin hold the city down until he graces heaven/
And it's known across the country as the place that raised a legend/
He conveyed a message where the homeless layed to rest and/

pain was endless that the day was coming and then he mentioned.../




From warriors, to criminals, from the desperate to druggie freaks/
A stereotypical poor population fills the streets/

Some people are on their hustle, and working 'till they bleed/
Just to feed a child with barely a couple meals a week/
My knowledge of the struggle influences my choices/

I'm speaking out to give a voice to all the voiceless/
One moment you're making dough, and the troubles vanish/
You're sitting back with cigarrette, with no need to panic/

But tell what's goin' happend the second the payments flop/
Why you think all these people are out here slangin' rocks/
And education will only help you out so much/

You need to grow up way before you're s'posed to/
He wanders endlessly gazing out through a vacant stare/
Man of the house, yet he ain't started growing facial hair/

The noise of guns invade the air at night while he's saying his prayers/
Facing fears, this little dog is playing with bears.../