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 s#!+ 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 n!**@ 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 n!**@ 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 b!+€# a trap Life was messed up, a matter of time 'til that n!**@ 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 n!**@ 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 s#!+ 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 Hardbody, that's how them situations molded me Needed money and grew accustomed to this fast life Pressure from this way of livin', so we blast pipes S#!+ got me stressin' 365 nights Them people workin' against us like we don't have rights It don't matter what this money and this fame can give I've been hurtin', tryna smile through the pain and tears Wish we could go back to them days when we played as kids A lot of s#!+ changed, that's just the way it is
