Here in the P-Town in the Southeast with my hands cuffed, white neighborhood police question i was taking stuff, croked as they are in the city they harass me, hands on the trigger for a nigga man its not me, they pushed me and slap me, i hit them back then they cap me, left me lyien, left me to die, but i was fightin for life "G", thought i was dead, lights out thru me in the grass, heart beatin slowly but the cops didnt kill my ass, crawlin and fallin prayer for life got to a house, knocked on the door and they turned all the lights out, where will I go will I survive this racest town, scared as hell praying the klan don't beat me down , you got, I got, let's kick off the first round, you might have me out number but I'm coming back on the underground's, meeting you in the streets or at home wherever it takes place, remember you from anywhere because you stuck with the mark face.