[Intro]
We have been concerned about these eternal questions
The nature of good and evil
Does God exist? Does the Devil exist?
Uh, how do we explain
Certain horrible things that happen to innocent people?

[Verse 1: The R.O.C.]
Now, you just slipped into reality [where guns crash?]
And drug bust is an everyday thing when nuts hang
They don't even got a name fame, don't mean nothin'
Only the cash flow, it ain't black or white, it's called rich or poor
Now you know me the R.O.C. my name
Never ran into crime and try to walk the straight path
Intertwined while watchin' my homies go down
Slain in the city streets meetin' they makers while my face frowns
My grandpa's passed, my grandma passed
At the funeral my aunt told me I could cry at last
I lashed out with tears huggin' and kissin'
Riddle me this, riddle me that, why must I admit these years
Of life when advice to the youth
When they don't even see all the hurts that people is goin' through
They say it ain't about wrong or right or how could you fight
Long as the pistol's in sight and the moneys' tight
But all in all they think like that they don't fall
Product of America's nightmare I'm tellin' y'all
Believe me when I tell you I ain't trippin
Just tryin' to help you out from slippin' into reality
[Chorus]
You know, all we gotta do it kick it, we gon' kick it in our hood, you know? What we gon' do? You know, just sit there and think. Only time you really gon' get deep into it is when one of your friends die, just like when my partners died
[?], man, these people don't care about us, and we might as well just go ahead and keep fightin' each other
You killin' me, I'm killin' you, it's time

[Verse 2: Mr. Bones]
Pour out some liquor for my pops, Peppermint Schnapps, I'm feelin' faded
Violated and over very much intoxicated
This is dedicated to my main man
And when he died, never did I understand
Why he went away, although I didn't cry
Tried to play the big man kept my feelings inside
Never ever shed a tear for the last ten years
I been hangin' with my peers and facin' my fears
This shit is gettin' clear, the government got us in focus
Bill Clinton push the button, nuclear hocus pocus
They tried to provoke us with trees, infest us with disease
Tell me how to live and when to die and who should I believe
Realize the realism of reality
Life is filled with technicalities and fucked up formalities
Automatically and statistically we walkin' dead
Roamin' the wasteland with a bounty on our heads
Avoid scenarios of abuse to my spouse
Brothers younger than me are steady posted in a crackhouse
And everybody totin' guns like it's some kind of fashion
Be careful, even busters is blastin' when you slip into reality
[Chorus]
You know, all we gotta do it kick it, we gon' kick it in our hood, you know? What we gon' do? You know, just sit there and think. Only time you really gon' get deep into it is when one of your friends die, just like when my partners died
[?], man, these people don't care about us, and we might as well just go ahead and keep fightin' each other
You killin' me, I'm killin' you, it's time

[Verse 3: Hektic]
One day, it's gonna hit me like a ton of bricks
I'm feeling so sick one of my dawgs passed and shit
I'm thinking 'bout killing 'em all, but what's that solve?
He still gon' be dead in the morning, why take the fall?
Inside I be so mad I'm finna burst
Instead of Chevy's, my homie's rollin' in the back of a hearse
You know it's worse, it's too hard to cope with some days
Murderous ways leavin' me sick and in a daze
Comatose, completely toe up
Nerves be so bad I wanna throw up, I'm 'bout to blow up
In a rage, I need to talk, nobody wanna listen
On the corner, mental mind state position
Overload, pull the trigger
Stress got the best of suicide, pour out some liquor
Another grave digger gets paid
Digging our grave for senseless ways, keep to ourself is what I says
All of my dawgs can't die
I visit the sky and reminisce when I'm high
Never gon' lie, I got love for my n***as
Dead or alive, reality check, we can do it on the outside
[Chorus]
You know, all we gotta do it kick it, we gon' kick it in our hood, you know? What we gon' do? You know, just sit there and think. Only time you really gon' get deep into it is when one of your friends die, just like when my partners died
[?], man, these people don't care about us, and we might as well just go ahead and keep fightin' each other
[?] all kinds of violence, if we are to save the children, if we are to save the children for the future of our world, if we are to experience peace in the future, we must call a truce. See now, when trouble comes, back in the old days, when folks were fighting and feuding, they'd call a truce. Somebody would wave a flag. It's time to get out this mess. You killin' me, I'm killin' you, it's time