I heard **** shootin' outside again, mama said to stay low

Stray bullets ain't got no names, they just give out halos

Hollow tips purify a ****'s soul, up the fire and he gone

Asking mama where did his soul go, she said only lord knows

Terrified of this city, man this shit ain't so pretty

Tryna survive cause this shit ain't living

They grew up taken cause nothing was given

Broken houses and broken hearts, my brothers had it hard from the start

Tried to judge us for the way we are, so we turn our eyes and just to show the scars

Look at what they did to me

Look at what they did to me

Look at what they did to us

Look at what they did to me

Look at what they did

The blood is the paint, the concrete, the canvas, the bullets, they play like a brush

It tells a beautiful story for real, the anger, the pain, and the lust

These people they judge us, they don't even know that we all just grew up in darkness

My **** not with all that barking, them **** really go up it and spark it

My brother was hungry for more, my **** grew up in the middle of war

They took somebody close, so he got back by taking his soul

He got problems that nobody know, they left his brother dead

In the cold, his blood cover the winter

Snow, the flakes cover his eyes oh no

Look at what they did to me