front line

the mysteries man world would never understand my life isa traffic jam let me die with my gun in hand completely cautious in sin we once close friends in now we enemies murderers in theives high smoking weed makin mutha fuckas bleed tell me who do u believe maybe now niggas see its like we breathing to die from all the pain I survived completely broken as a child plan to make my family proud before I die these are for Yah my prayers for Yah screaming hallueyah tell me where the justice for all my black families struggling mean mugging in thugging they got me pistols busting adrenaline rushing while playing the front line