No more police kicking in me door saying got on the floor or we'll break in your jaw I can never unsee some things that I saw that's one thing for sure wishing I could rap like Shakur so one day you'll see me on tour. No more paying bills to many young kids ending up in hospital left running into shops with devil's doing the same drill banging up the till but in the hood we're all rebels we got guns on every level shed blood with a wound in the temple All the bread in your hand brainwashed with materialism but it should be sentimental that's the realism on another level no more ye no more. No more cheating and lying leaving family crying selling drugs to get by and smoking to get high so I'm way up in the sky feeling fly lit up like a crimbo tree on a dark evening night we can't see what's right and that's wrong no more.