i see myself as the holy resurrection of pun if i ain t that then you name one rapper that s lyrical slash latin political passed rappin with visuals past malcolm and fittin to go past platinum it s hard but i speak the truth inspired to teach the youth the fire that heat the booth the high hat the beat the loop the system it traps us in they tacklin rappers in these shackles that pack us in the back of the clack is in i m packin the mac again like capital punishment huggin the gun and then runnin and duckin from the government they dyin to cuff me up lock me down touch me up cock the pound bust me up stop my sound hush me up but i shall never hold my tongue before that i roll my blunt and load my gun give a kiss to my daughter tell my mother i love her and blow the brains out a couple dirty cops undercover crooked detectives is foul how they book and arrest us for cookin and stretchin we just tryna feed our kids the streets crazy wild plus it get crazy foul listen when i say it now and that s the reason little kids get hit by strays cause muthafuckas can t act they age before you learn how to shoot better learn how to aim there s already enough of our people that s dyin from aids i try and remain calm but it s fryin my brain and i am ashamed our generation die over chains alive on the pavement leakin out the side of they brains tell me when will this environment change we need new leaders but all we get is new heaters and divas and two seaters as soon as that loot see us it s a bad cycle just look how they bagged michael which one anyone jordan jackson action pack guns ridiculous how they ship to us then we hit the bus from rykers to middleton with life as a middleman spendin life illegitimate livin life in imprisonment when i think of my niggas and i think how many are locked i see they never did and that s the reason little kids get shot in the street cause muthafuckas never and last week my buddy lost his whole family it s gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity i walk the town strapped just hopin the pound clap correctly and protect me in case they wanna come and wet me my enemies on the street far exceed my friends so when you see me you don t see no benz that just make me an easy target to jump up and meet the coffin and makin my seed an orphan the car then i m speedin off in is stolen i see the narcs in my vision i see the cops and they grippin they pistols tryna put me in prison so i listen to pac s best and try to be non stressed but how can i not stress the fact that i m not richer i m livin in poverty plus i m a minority plus are my priorities fucked in this economy rap music is probably not the best career you can choose but hearin my views like hearin the news so fear me if you skepticize homie but it s clearly the truth the tech nine ll have you clearin the room i ain t a killer but i m somethin like a prophet i m tryna get y all to stop it see the ghetto s microscopic it s a better place but for now we got the bread to chase catch a case get bailed out back to stretchin base i m bringin a message like kanye west except your boy got more tech s than ron artest i know you wanna see me stretched be my guest handle your biz but make sure you the streets crazy foul plus it gettin crazy wild listen when i say it now 1