I can spit venom or love or mix it up like a chemist And spit bipolar syndrome Leave your mental changing daily like the weather in Memphis Boy use too the fakery couldn’t adapt to the city of realist I don’t need a mention what I see, what I hear or what evil you witness? Fuck all the questions we don’t talk about it, or this circle turn bloody You would thought we had dementia The way we slit the memory off our body. The type of energy with no love, grey and white heart, no second thought about it You cross one, you cross all of us This organization just no ordinary one In the city of Memphis, the blues How did the kids end up with the wounds You can expect a retaliation from us civilization, and we can all shout fuck the police station We can all say we ain’t seen shit Handle this situation cold hearted And gun eachother down oh Y’all fuck with the wrong crowd Y’all fuck with the wrong child God bless for the kids that gone now I hate seeing the news other kid got shot What the fuck happen now? I feel the city pain turning too a rage The beast can’t be detained Are you to blame ? For the bullets that touch the child of a god ? What the devil without the letter d? Are you to blame?