Sum Hood Sheeyit, Sucka

I ain't got a damn thing other than my pepper spray

But I'm the type to try and fight gettin' knifed and likely raped

If you're quiet and tryin' to figure out why my mind's this way

Then it's plain as day to say that your place and mine are basically night and day

I can't explain the way it stays, I'm grateful my brain's already stained

The other day to my dismay, another face fades in the fade

A slain dame displayed with only torso remains in place

I'm sad to say it's still a place where little children daily play

But the crook is never took, you know the cops won't find him

Every day a lady of the night is raped and it's not so silent

It's sad to see apathy, that's why the cops won't try shit

A patrol car's no more than a whore with two dicks inside it

Try to sleep at night while feeble types in undershirts will beat their wives

And see outside the seething crime revealed in those graffiti designs

I wanna make a play and try escapin' the dreary nights

But I'm not a dummy, without money I'm stuck here for life