Look through my telescope again and see the dope on my lens
See past the crack, all the coke, all the drug kingpins
Look past the killers, all the real n***as gassin’ they buildings
Stashed in apartments or the park benches, rich with squealers
And feelers searching the block on who got rocks
They know who got shot and who got knocked, cruise with the cops
Mean mugging, teens, young’uns in front of they buildings
Where the fiends come in, they cease hustling, street struggling
It rains with god tears for six long years
It’s crazy, they puttin’ hits on their peers
Fiery wave go through the ghetto
Before you let them throw the book at you, take a page from the rubble
Bloods and Crips adornments, what time is it?
What causes earthquakes? Clips assortments
Some ears have ministered angels
Somebody’s beginning to shank you but them angels save you, you thankful
There’s vampire demons murdering and lying demons
Filthy spirits, the reverend try to clean ‘em
Underworld is czars and bosses
Cigars are torch lit beneath the portrait
There’s black cars and Porsches
The lost tribes in the wilderness of North America, ancestors cross that area
More the merrier, more the scarier
Where the mob will bury ya, goons and terriers
Devil’s disciples with crosses and fork symbols
And emeralds that resemble the grand large temples of Templars
Of Knights of Scottish rights
Gothic likes hang over the stone streaks where there creeps
A drone priest, chrome meets conflicts
The cons click, some don shit, his arm hit
Raincoat, called his conglomerates
Train smoke right above the monument, he had the documents
Eyepatch, a wise cat lie back and peep it
Check the secret, now he’s blindfolded
On the bridge, 9’s open and blew his wig
Before he died he took out five soldiers
Crime’s over, detectives got his dental records
From his rental wreckage, a Lexus is hectic
I guess they wanna send a message
Dirty work of the Devil’s shepherd, desperate
Yellow tape below the bridge around the lake, ghetto state
These are The Breaks, black and white seeds are murdered
No traces of the killer’s burner, what’s even further
The streets is filled with unsolved mysteries
Once triggers squeeze, it’s meat freezers or a dirty river or the cleaver
It’s pimps, money, lust and divas
Skanks, ballers and bucket two seaters