Stevie I don't wonder about that ribbon in the sky
Lost in the haze feel like we living in the times
Cursed like Cain Gramps keep asking Hank do you care if you're living or you die
Pistol on my side if them niggas want to try
I'm from the city where them lil niggas ride
Till they placed in a box or they sentenced twenty five
Damn the body count getting high
Ten deaths in a weekend
Let it sink in
Damn we then gone off the deep end
Question the creator
Like Lord why you create us
Watch it play out like theater
As hell's fire cremate us
It's hard to question you but Lord debates us
It's f*cked up when your ass a teenager
And your mama need paper
so it's time for these capers
It's hard to find the time to be grateful
When the lights off and it's no heat
Your barely old enough to drive but making sure your folk eat
Trying to stack eighy for G's
Just so your t lady don't need
Plus the babies gone eat
Yeah the babies gone eat
I survived the tide and it made me OG
It's too much senseless murder bout nothing
Too much fear in your heart pussy nigga stop bluffing
I know some babies in the bricks that made you bleed about nothing
I wish we can return to kings and stop thuggin
But it's hard to smile when your people got nothing
When your stomach touch your back it'll make you be about me something
They didn't show a way so we about hustling
Until our people not struggling
I say they ain't show a way so we about hustling until our people not struggling
Yeah the city under siege
The city on fire
I'm on the pulpit feel like I'm preaching to the choir
They ain't got nothing so them lil niggas wired
They got the crime rate higher
Yeah I come from the land
Nawfghanistan
And to make it out boy you better have a plan
Got me praying everyday and checking on my fam
It's devastating what they'll do for them bands