Intro

*Talking In The Background*<br><br>Uh<br>The streets of my city be gritty<br>Young niggaz pack plenty, and ain`t never show no pity<br>Many die on streets of concrete, blasted from the heat<br>From under the seat, niggaz just tryin` to make ends meat<br>Trying to eat, day to day livin` with no religion<br>Luxury cars, and this money got my full attention<br>School teachers and the preachers don`t know what to teach us<br>They don`t get a second look without them ghetto features<br>Created so the non pigmentated rated<br>Pornographic caught they children learn the words and say it<br>Save the monsters, but don`t nobody know the lord<br>Status depends on the baddest shit you can afford<br>And look at me I`m in the middle of the confusion<br>Crime in my blood and I need a transfusion<br>Take it how you wanna take it<br>I gotta twist and break it<br>Make it shine to distinguish from the ones who fake it<br>and if it comes out raw, and uncontrollable<br>Money`s foldable, fuck a hip-hop quoteable<br>Nobody felt what I was feeling when I wrote this shit<br>Broke this shit, but that ain`t new so I can cope with this<br>Hope it get better for those who don`t get a chance<br>To advance, and dig the shit I be saying<br>You know what might make what I say a little clearer<br>If mothafuckers judge the one they see in the mirror<br><br>*Talking till the End*