Shorty said I need more edge
But I’m already on the ledge
And I don’t want to fall off
I want to take risk
But I don’t know the cost
Tired of being an employee
I’m ready to be the boss
But life is crazy
Hard to keep your eyes open
Either a bad life
Or from weed smoking
Deal with weed that’s straight potent
Cops pushing
Vic head gushing
I still don’t see no change
They give us drugs to be easy
But all I see is the pain
That they try to hide
And leave unnamed
Words can’t express
All of what I feel in my chest
Trying to bring peace to the world
Not peace to your rest
Too much drama
For kisses and hugs
Try to live like that
Get filled with fifty slugs
Shot Amadu
But still got a pardon from the judge
Beat up Rodney King
Cause he wouldn’t budge
Put Weemer in the bathroom
And try to take that mans fudge
Do you see the corruption
Arrest the dealers
But keep the sniff pumping
They rather jail us
Then hear us
Call us an interruption
And when we unite
They always think we up to something
This a man world
More like white America
Struggle to be known
And they still say they
Never heard of ya
Failure to improvement
What if there wasn’t slavery
Or civil rights movement
What happened if the lawyers
Of Amistad couldn’t prove it
Probably wouldn’t be no Martin
Or Malcolm to stay in tune with
Shit
Still so much to say about Amerikkka
We the pawns
They the ch ch ch chess players..!!