You know Life is hard trying to be a star With 16 bars, are you ready for war? Get a grip on your gun clip, but don’t slip Sniff the powder of dust if you trip Poets like q-tip from from east to west What’s the best being a rapper finesse I got to do my damn best in this hornet nest We got Americans agents and agendas Like a pilgrim with intelligence and pretenders I see the bloody victims on the concrete streets It’s like a nightmare dreaming the cream Sometimes I wanna scream what I see The reality, is the Roman Gods will never deceased Until our God returns to destroy every beast I return your six figures by the 3rd degree You can’t watch the pedigree and epiphany No harmony in our streets for our children They rather kill us as a target like distant pilgrims Can you heal us or hear us crying for peace We will never vent or get enough rhythm in our streets Our world premiere probably want stand a chance For get the last chance when you can’t stand Educators forget the last dance just another romance Too many funerals and murders in our common relief The church doesn’t care with Christian wars breaking us apart Until we truly get some relief in our struggle to show me you truly care We’ll be just like another man in the mirror, searching for truths and dares