I CARE

yo grab a chair I'm here to clear the air,

try ignore me but I don't fucking care/

by the time I finish this tale I spit,

you'll know I'm legit not selling some bullshit/

I'm a product of the Stoned cold mean streets,

my mama and pops were both Deadbeats/

been shot at, sliced on, 5-0 always on the rear,

and I'm proud to say, fuck you I'm still here/

to survive I done had to steal for meals,

acted homicidal as I rocked the deals/

some of ya cats can relate to where I'm from,

and yo some may think imma playen the Victim/

but crimes my business and I runs it nonstop,

and when its goes pop pop ya drop and hope you isn't shot/

every house full of holes by nonstop drive by's,

a motha-fucken war zone, shells don't care who dies/

these streets isn't a game/

insane and full of pain/

lucky to make it to thirty/

gotta be thirsty and dirty/

its like the wild wild west/

everyday is a slugfest/

around here if you bait out ya get banged out

street code says its your life that you must payout/

niggers out here clocking 24-7 one stop shopping,

killing are own kind but there aint no stopping/

no after school special going on over here,

everyday got brotha's gone done disappear/

you got to be down one hundred for the set,

we catch ya dip once that's complete Disrespect/

there's more glocks on are blocks then kids have play blocks,

and seen peoples take gunshots over some reeboks/

the world looks down on us and the way we survive,

gives cops a license to kill us that's their Disguise/

we are the majority and not minority,

in are hood we also hold the authority/

so to the 5-0 remove the guns and badges,

put us in cages together you will see savages/

these streets isn't a game/

insane and full of pain/

lucky to make it to thirty/

gotta be thirsty and dirty/

its like the wild wild west/

everyday is a slugfest/

its gonna feel like glory to change History,

I wont feel Guilty dishing out some misery/

only one court your going to get judged here,

i'll pull all the strings I'm your Puppeteer/

my body aches to serve out street justice,

your going to see my wrath I'm going to be Ruthless/

payback for all the killings with the medals you get,

ill represent what you made us with your disrespect/

don't get me twisted race has no bearing on this,

black cop or a white one y'all my Nemesis/

April 4, 1968 you killed a man who had a dream,

in todays world you kill a brotha its all Routine/

so there you have it off my chest i cleared the air,

and I do apologize I wrote this cuz I care/

I care/

I care/

i care/