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Watch them rise when I raise a finger,
Loyalty in the air, but the smell of a backstabber lingers
Like Jesus I’m trying to have my last meal,
Keepin’ it real but some thugs just want to kill
I try my best to stay straight on narrow path,
Even when stuck to a cross whilst people laugh

You hate and retaliate to my peace, expecting me to die,
But one cannot deny in Heaven you’ll repent when I multiply
Tags on toes, bullet wound foes and fuckin’ hoes is all you know,
But the truth must be told that you’re faker than that chain of gold

Violent urban wars in ghetto hoods is senseless,
Shoot a brothers brains out on to aunt Saleen's fences
You beat our women and children, who are too defenceless,
You are nothin' but cowards runnin' around in your thick cliques,
Beatin' down vunerable targets, whilst shouting out sick shit

As poor African-Americans we can only dream of New York or Texas,
Ridin' sunroof off around town in a kitted out BM or Lexus
But reality is a bitch and our bitch has been unfaithful,
Started off piss poor, run away father who was supposed to be playful
So do we seek love from the heart by shooting each other in the chest?
'Cause I'll be damned if we're seen as criminals at the best