before you trap better get all the facts rights them crackpipes burn day and night till you pass kites the black mans life forfeit if you ask whites and last rites shoulda been prayed for the past night we push white only cause we struggled in past lifes where six kids fight for a chance to ride one bike and meals were so tight you might only get one bite a bed that was shared you might only sleep one night them laced blunts got our minds caught in a daze like the paid price spending years locked in a cage right them little boys born to a pops in the gang life then later pouring liquor for em out at the gravesight the little girls seeing how they mother just creep nights they peep sights like a nigga rolling his weed tight the cheap lights got the streets dark in a deep night the stickup kid standing in the cut holding heat tight it seems like you sleep tight get hit with the police light and after time served coming home eating bean pies