brutal

right in the sight then it go like a fight, he got more punches but he got less might, he's more open and more tight, he's got the fright and I'm about to blow, beaten up in the midnight, in the morning its bound to show, bound to blow up a whole case, police at the front door on they pace, young broke nigga wants to hide but the small partment got no space, so he's gotta face or gotta stand down, gotta let it rip one man down, gonna let it stick some men shout, all the mens and womens out, about that ever no human proud, thats an inhumane sound, how is it supposed to turn out, how is it supposed to burn out of our culture, things could be different but thats just a smooth doubt, i cannot breathe let me go but stilll shot down thats a cruel sound,