作曲 : DJ DX
作词 : DJ DX
Yo, you know
the streets keep
calling, and these feens
keep snorting, Police
on the beat so walk the streets
with caution, Look
at Mike Brown, he was gunned down
in Missouri! And all around
the world, you keep hearing
the same story, Look at Walgreen's
rest in peace, Santiago, Forget a model
you know this song ain't a novel,
I hit the lotto, off of Casio tracks,
Spitting facts, Real rap,
i guess i brought it all back,
Boom bap and claps, i put my heart in my scratch,
that's why I'm trying to change the world, before
we all collapse, perhaps before i snap,
relax and start thinking, We waste money
all year on smoking and drinking,
Look at the precincts, they teach us,
schools and jails, but when a murder is committed
who denies us bail ? 25 years away and all you see
is a cell, and sat part world, you don't receive no mail -


DJ DX

Straight from the mental
I'm spitting these flows
on instrumentals, credentials,
no need to write, don't need no pencil,
but if you, come at my squad then it's an issue,
this life, has treated me trife, it's just so simple,
Dear momma, look at my life, look what I've been through,
sinful, drugs and crimes, it's so forgetful, My mind
is deep into time, i gotta grind, i shine,
haters still hate cuz i arrived, lies i put 'em in rhymes
then i shall die, but NY stop smoking that Ly,
you know u high, goodbye good riddance, my whole life was written,
Rappers trying to spit facts but they lacking tradition,
Hip-hop made me a known public figure, but white supremacists,
still calling me nigger!!! First you get the money, then you earn respect,
yeah I'm balling but i spit it like a season vet -