[Intro: RZA] 
I wanna dedicate this song to the young god, Kareem 
The Genius... Digi... 
Sing it 'em to real quick, yo 
 [bad word]  Thea] 
Like to keep my head up to the sky 
And ask myself, why, it has to be this way 
I'd like to live my life in peace 
And have, not to worry about 
All the drama, I can't take 
Cuz we strive for luxury 
And try to feed our families 
It always seems that someone seen our way 
I'd like to live my life in peace 
And have, not to worry about 
All the drama, I can't take 

[RZA (Monk)] 
I met a young brother, about 28 
Who seemed intelligent and rather quite straight 
I greeted him, and [bad word] a conversation 
To see if the youngster had some self motivation 
Peace brother, whats your name? How you be?  [bad word] Monk and I'm all about the currency) 
You mean gettin' paid? 

[Monk (RZA)] 
Yeah like my man's brother 
Who has a condo, he shares with his baby mother 
You know a condo beats my apartment 
With no lights, no gas and backed up rent 
No hot water or heat, infested with plenty rats 
That'll eat up the average alley cat 
(I'm like [bad word]  homey, thats poverty, he's like) 
Word O.G. that bothers me 
Plus I'm about to be a new father, 
(We need to wise up and change the hood policy) 
 [bad word]  

[RZA (Monk) {both}] 
Yo, why you fear the devil, as a grown man? 
Why you not out there trying to make your own plan? 
See we are a victim, of a situation 
Where a wicked man, separated the nation 
And got us killin' off one another 
Black on black, they pit brother on brother 
It's gettin' hot, hotter than July 
See the murder and crime rate is risin' to the sky 
(For example, in my neighborhood it's so hot 
I'm often woke up, from the alarming sounding of a shot, so I'm thinking what) 
Is your neighborhood a trap? 
{Could this be the place marked X on the map?} 
(And I'm spotted like a target in a shooting gallery 
So I strive to seek for a better salary 
So I can escape from where? From this ghetto life area 
{Cuz everyday it gets scarier} 
 [bad word]