Any one looking at my eyes, like a story behind my mind/
but what if I get blind, gotta confess my self from sined/
some say rasism aint illegal, some say mad doggin aint that type of crime/
but judging is, and thats why our raze bangs with this young black dimes/
you see the hood, a street with houses, no one knows the causes/
is just a gang province in the mirror reflecting all the incoming pauses/
is grafiti on the walls, and fools with a gun, it aint a ghetto/
though is settle, like control by the devil, but hell's another level/
ghettos we got several, but is that the kind of world we live/
gotta break the law cuz we got no weed to smoke or no coke to sniff/
so we blame live, and all the dealers, viewing young blood drippin/
young black tippin, pulling triggers and they say their thump is slipin/
gotta load the chamber, and cuztomize the pause/
gotta hold the danger, cuz we're justified by laws/
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never been young, never too late to have a childhood/
but is over/
never been illegal, and wont be though I could/
we unda cover/
justified by laws, couldn't be worst than I would/
just aim with a revolver/