Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in tha city
Tha cops is hot for me
Tha projects is full of bullets
Tha bodies is droppin'
There ain't no stoppin me
Constantly moven while maken millions
Witnessin' killins
Leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Caries tha children
Cause they're illin'
Addicted to killin'
near appeal from tha cap pealin'
What i'm feelin'
But will they last or be blasted
Hard headed [bad word] 
Maybe he'll listen in his casket
Tha aftermath
More bodies being buried
I'm losen my homies in a hurry
They're relocating to tha cemetary
Got me worried
Stressin'
My visions bluried
Tha question is will i live
No one in tha world loves me
I'm headed for danger
Don't [bad word] strangers
Put one in tha chamber
Whatever i'm feelin' is anger
Don't wanna make excuses
Cause this is how it is
What's tha use
Unless we're shootin'
No one notices tha youth
It's just me against tha world baby