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Well respected in this hip-hop, lil' Polo be spittin' facts
A lot of rappers doin' way more stuntin' than givin' back
You ain't my color, then you don't know the struggle of livin' black
Cops kill us and we protest, what type of shit is that?
Man, if the police shoot at one of my brothers, I'm blickin' back
We hate each other, so we just wanna score and go tit-for-tat
All these shorties want is points, they ain't chasin' a different stat
Really riskin' it all, what's the point when that nigga rat?
We 17, got 40 years in that court when we gettin' cracked
Stuck in the system
They just watchin' us fail while they sittin' back
The government cuttin' checks, but can't cut a nigga some slack
It's hard to get a job, so we hustle and flip a pack
It's all a set-up, no wonder why they call this bitch a trap
Life was messed up, a matter of time 'til that nigga snap
Post-traumatic stress, so them triggers keep gettin' tapped
R.I.P. Malcolm, I promise to conquer and fill them gaps
Them corners leave a nigga boxed in, tryna break free
Crazy how I love the same block that tried to break me
Pray that I ain't in my own hood when they take me
This all we know, a life of peace what we can't see
I'm from where we unheard and we can't speak
We go to school, they try to tell us what we can't be
Profit with a billion-dollar mind like I'm Jay-Z
They killed Martin for dreamin' and now I can't sleep
Why would the devil take my brother if he close to me?
Now if you scared, take my soul, you see my bros in me
We missin' you, man, this ain't how this shit supposed to be
Feel like I'm stuck, I wish them streets never proposed to me
Out there posted in the field with them soldiers deep
So now the other side wanna put a hole in me
Like every day might be the end of the road for me
We die young, so I couldn't picture a older me
Fightin' demons, let them drugs take control of me
All in my head, go and kill what they told to me
'Member we ain't have a thing, same clothes for weeks