They infecting my streets in unneeded directions crossroads in our path drugs the intervention hunger for more police want you they intentions is prevention but they forgot to mention when they beat you out your senses when they had you repeatedly confess false pretenses while you was bustin your ass climbin them project fences fix a nation up with a fake fucking census where's the senses with these project dimensions they say a little patience can make you stronger well my stomachs fuckin hurtin and i can't wait no longer gun in my hand strapped with some glory cops in my sights end of the story 50 shots in the chest remember sean bell's glory death on his marriage while the cop radio says please don't bore me sittin in my couch holdin my seat tight before they foreclose me your goal is to provide but you divide and tell us to pick sides when your initial goal is to fuck with our minds how can i subside and watch this shit fuckin collide if i pick a side then i pick my gun with u on the other side beggin for mercy nigga are you ready to die i've been sinnin since the beginnin but every beginnin ends with a lie so how will i oblige will he live or will he die? should i even give a fuck so i can survive or should i blast your ass for all uh mine my brother was on a roller coaster and you let him derail put his ass on medications so you could make the sale i found in the paper with a letter in the mail "we tried to get his heart back til we failed" or did you just watch the minutes til he finally exhaled i've never cried but when i saw my niggas face so pale i wish i coulda killed a million to get him back to Mccail.
