[Verse 1]
Yo
I seen a n***a get bodied in my neighborhood
Life cut short 'cause he was caught slippin' in New York
Fuck you thought
You could lose it all over torque
Bloodsport, take your last breath on the sidewalk
I feel for him, his girl, his seed and his mama too
Survival of the fittest, my city some kinda zoo
Yellow tape barricade, white sheet on him
Kinda numb, this shit I see often
Police talkin', askin' for clues, nobody sayin' shit
The shooter probably still here lookin' for loose lips
It's deep daily at war with the cousin asleep
Get clipped off for nothin', more taggin' your feet
Hungry n***as tryna eat, predator pray on the weak
Best friends can turn foes over loose box freaks
It's like the cycle elevates your brain, tryna break the chain
But in reality, I swear that shit won't ever change
Currency, narcotics, and bein' jealousy
The leader caught a death in the hood, what is you tellin' me?

[Chorus]
Our father wasn't around, I raised my gun to my arm
Got too much for mama, kicked me outta the home
Said "fuck authority," young n***a thinkin' he grown
I'm tryna live where n***as get killed on the quest to be known Father wasn't around, I raised my gun to my arm
Got too much for mama, kicked me outta the home
Said "fuck authority," young n***a thinkin' he grown
I'm tryna live where n***as get killed on the quest to be known
[Verse 2]
I wonder how a person who'd die for nothin' would feel
The ghosts lookin' down on a body like this shit real?
Swear to haunt the souls of the n***as that got them killed?
Do they play the passenger, let Jesus take the wheel?
I heard some [?] roams the earth for over 30 days
After you die, will God determine if heaven or hell's your fate?
Different moves I know we probably wish he would make
Go right instead of straight, too late
He felt the .38
I wonder if is it life after or is it pitch black?
Your heart rate go flat, there's nothin' after that
Just another corpse laid out, chalked
I'm deep in thought, need a spliff to shake it off
Fuck it, catch a body or be one
The hood is dangerous, this crime scene is just a rerun
That's how insane it is, I'm chain smokin' just to be numb

[Outro - from "Clockers" (1995)]
Another stain on the sidewalk
Hal! Lunch
Another dead motherfucker
DMF. All right
Well, Hal, let's go to work
Take it away, Lieutenant
OK. Catch you next time
Hey, guys. How you doin?
They should blow these projects
To Timbuktu
Why bother? They kill themselves
Anyway