[Verse 1]
Imagine these streets without savagery
Could never be beef without tragedies, could never be sleep without agony
I close my eyes and see catastrophes
Violently splashed words on this canvas, that's nothin' short of a masterpiece
Stuff the four in my jacket sleeve, then head out
Go see my n***a Shawn, he was fresh out
He told me, "Ran, you the best out"
That's right before crazy Rick pulled his TEC out
Shots was fired, Shawn hit the pavement, he squeezed my hand as he bled out
Dark figures in hooded silhouettes keep my pillows wet
His widow's left with two little soldiers, I wish those kiddos best
Now I'm down state doin' two to five for a shootin', I
Probably did a couple months back when I was a ruthless guy
Scrutinized, then crucified, who decides?
We gon' keep hangin' long as that noose is high, who survives?
Mother of two, she committed suicide, the truth is I
Blame myself 'cause I kinda knew the vibe
Look me right in my pupil eye, was stupid high, confusin' lies
Told her my pistol jammed, that's my foolish pride
She returned with a few replies
"Ran, you not that same killer, that's just what you described..."
It's all over

[Verse 2]
Imagine a war with no casualties
Could never be flaws without shallow knees
I transfer this pain through piano keys and slow guitar riffs
Music that planted seeds
Pray that my auntie pull through from that damn disease
Meanwhile, this crew out in Philly who's out to kill me
5K from Mexican Rob' make most of my family grieve
Contracts by killers with tatted faces, I'm that abrasive
Got visions of sneakers with blood splatted laces
I'ma probably die on these wretched corners 'cause death is on us
Affidavits, you added statements, now no one's left to mourn us
Death got it's hooks in me, don't stress the chorus
You want the streets, then I'm the best thesaurus
Shit is over...