Polices knock on the door light switch me on low
The gang banging and bullet shots was across the road
The Blood staining the concrete i couldn’t save you all
I had the usual keys still couldn’t pick the lock
But all these kids selling dope,crack
Mary J for G’s
All these women on amazon buying d*cks for free
The bad times when a yeezy kick needed needle seam
And one eye wasn’t open i made sure i could see
The bad times that can bring back martin lurther king
I had a dream and i did see what’s a better place
With 100G’s on the table behind the Stussy case
OJ came into mind God i know the word is fake
Made a brother get boxed in within the yellow tapes
Finger print does it match you i guess the colour fades
All these addicts are passive they hate the bible too
I hate to see when you serving up death on table 2
My soul is cross enough close enough to be into you
I guess the youth doesn’t understand when the sky is blue
You turn it grey now these people will start to question you
Cause broken mirrors and pieces will never picture you
They want you answering prayers but noone prays to you
I understand i mean God tell me what to do
Cover up all these stars i see a second moon
Cause noone lives upon mars i need follow you