Poverty

All we got now is crime, death, sickness, and poverty,

 

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

 

You be on that stalker shit

 

Fresh gang- bangers screamin "I'm about to kiiiiiiill it!"

 

But it’s hard to believe with all this poverty and crime,

 

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

 

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

 

All we got now is crime, death, sickness, and poverty,

 

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

 

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

 

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

 

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

 

And out of them same projects where lots of kids get shot up for gang violence

 

Man this is so bullshit, i'm so mad i ma knock you in two hits

 

When you spill out hits

 

Gang banging with bloods and crips