we must be heard

this. could be something big!

don't change the station

i've been impatiently waiting

pacin'

welcome to the danger zone. it's a war goin' on outside

and my people gotta paint they faces on. and what i gotta do

and what i gotta do

is work and flip a dolla'. ain't got no trophies

but i got a shelf of empty liquor bottles. not an alcoholic but alcohol it

can ease the pain. drinkin' all my problems away

but still prayin' in jesus' name. tryna' turn our voices up

and the government tones us down. now that gas is goin' up

and the hood is goin' down. so the hood is comin' fo' ya'

in the streets is hungry goons!

comin' to a neighborhood near you

today or someday soon. betta' watch yo' back

watch yo' front

and watch yo' side to side. betta' grab yo' gat

light that blunt;

the streets gon' ride tonight. and i'm just gon' ride it out

til my expiration date. 'cause i go hard and the paint

they softer than paper plates. make way for the revolution

and yes you should be scurred. 'cause one way or another. my people will be heard. show you what the soldiers see: embassy

diplomacy

since seen infantry

shootin' at the cobra fleet. deploy shots

similar to airbags

whereas

this hairpin

trigga' split a hair in half. body bags

fish it like harland

when i'm airin'

tear a chair in half. watchin' half baked

at the cabin by the lake. see the blue and white plates

see the wood on the panel. i may be chanel oat

chilly o

flannel coat. warfare? never fair

therefore

i need finer things: like grenades; tanks; a couple fighter planes. i'm decorated in medals;

stripes like a zebra. and by the way

you rappin' nigga's

i don't like you neitha'. i mean

either