[Verse]
Hate my neighborhood, can’t even take my trash out
Without a crackhead tryna lash out
Hearin' gunshots, before I pass out
I live in South Central, a street with no potential
I had to grab my pencil
To paint a pretty picture
Not a crib I would pick, for sure
Walkin' home from school was a nightmare
Criminals givin' you a light stare
I just keep on walkin' as they’re talkin'
Part of me wants to grab the board and hit 'em in the noggin
But I was quiet, I didn’t wanna cause a riot
Kept to myself
I was age 12, she asked me for a lighter
I said I didn’t have one
I didn’t wanna fight her (You motherfucker)
Started screamin' and tweakin'
I lеft the block and took a walk
I was barely breathin' (Goddamn, I’m tirеd)
Police sirens, we always hear the fuzz
I saw a dog get ran over just because
A week later, I came across a hater
A local news debater, my crazy ass neighbor
Then I was
Followed by a group of kids ridin' bikes
Threw a rock at my head then I yelled, “Yikes!”
Took a hike and called it a goodnight
I said yeah
This is South Central
A street of no potential
I said yeah
This is South Central
A street of no potential