Uh
 The streets of my city be gritty
 Young niggaz pack plenty  and ain't never show no pity
 Many die on streets of concrete  blasted from the heat
 From under the seat  niggaz just tryin' to make ends meat
 Trying to eat  day to day livin' with no religion
 Luxury cars  and this money got my full attention
 School teachers and the preachers don't know what to teach us
 They don't get a second look without them ghetto features
 Created so the non pigmentated rated
 Pornographic caught they children learn the words and say it
 Save the monsters, but don't nobody know the lord
 Status depends on the baddest shit you can afford
 And look at me I'm in the middle of the confusion
 Crime in my blood and I need a transfusion
 Take it how you wanna take it
 I gotta twist and break it
 Make it shine to distinguish from the ones who fake it
 and if it comes out raw, and uncontrollable
 Money's foldable, fuck a hip-hop quoteable
 Nobody felt what I was feeling when I wrote this shit
 Broke this shit, but that ain't new so I can cope with this
 Hope it get better for those who don't get a chance
 To advance, and dig the shit I be saying
 You know what might make what I say a little clearer
 If mothafuckers judge the one they see in the mirror
 *Talking till the End