I gotta do something man,
I'm either all the way right,
I got one hand clutching the nine,
the others clutching the microphone,
trying to make a clear choice
between the right and wrong,
trying to stay in the zone
but I keep getting distracted,
I done went from being the best at it
I throw my hands up at the world
and say fuck it, the rap game hate it,
high, spontaneous combustion
Leads me to spit this lava
So it's a must that I continue to struggle
Or hide behind my weakness
To move mountains of trial
Don't step to me, homie, I'm bad news
Walk off, but you battered and bruised
cause now I got nothing to lose
You would never wanna walk in my shoes
steady facing the inner city blues
As I try to make a step to improve
why you got your glock on snooze?
I'm up early getting paid my dues
struggling to get to heaven
to use the Smith & Wesson
or take the path to be righteous?
meaning how do I break this?
Lyrical prescription leading
Before I find myself in a rage,
Just in case I need to avoid
Runnin' from my own inner power
But tired of bein' oppressed
and murdered by these cappers
So I'm steady fighting for freedom
And every line of the sign,
Don't step to me, homie, I'm bad news
Walk off, but you'd rather get bruised
Cause now I gots nothing to lose
You would never wanna walk in my shoes
Steady facing the inner city blues
As I try to make a step to improve
Why you got your clock doing snooze?
I'm up early getting paid my dues