i ain't perfect show me someone who is there ain't no blood on my hands but i wish there was maybe i would be locked up for good man this damn hood is so wack they dealing crack, little ass, lettuce ain't where the dollars are at that's a fact i seen too much i hear too much i love too much it all could just be a hunch they're poisoning my lunch I'm done I'm done I'm done i wanna go home be they surrounding me with their chrome they all keep their heads down not me cuz i believe there's brighter days ahead none see a thing or they pretend it's all okay not me they say forget what think you seen if you know what's good for you you curious yes what ever happened to that cat that's gonna be you red, blue, green, purple it's all here I'm finally seeing clear they think I'm stupid but this city is polluted everyone has their hands in something i always hear them coming though i want freedom for my city for the innocent for the crazy if i go up missing or losing my mind I'll tell you, they're to blame I'm aware of 111 but it's so hard to tell the difference and I'm running on ignorance the smart stay hidden it's so hard to fit in hardy to know who's friendly and who's meddling i pray i out live these days this city faze I'm in such a daze my heritage might be the only thing saving me half black and half mexican best of both worlds Right