One eye open
 blunt smoke permeates fly clothing
 mindstate floating
 every coast trying to hit that quotient
 day to day sulking for a dollar and time
 while nature defines the meek in the hooligan
 dangers inclined, never age appropriate
 square biz, niggas hold the spliff
 until their fear lifts
 animalistic transformation nothing nutritious
 high maintenance on a low budget
 mysterious cases of how the chrome flooded
 the mayors office, top crime bosses
 hold the city hostage
 the block resembles a mosh-pit
 heavy metal and sirens, choppers and helicopters
 splurging the high beams
 crime feeds on the bare and naked
 every second is a celebration that we made it
 pass the statistical data
 cause death is the typical flava...for the poor
 kick in the rich door
 look what these difficulties made us
 neighbors of the traitors and menial tasks
 captions in the paper in prison is a seasonal pass
 and they ask

Why cant we get pass the door
 without a gun blasting off
 and I'm trying to make a change
In this [bad word] ridden city
 out to get me
 for my loot, all I got to do is shoot
 are you with me?