Woke up cold sweats, turn the TV on and guess what I see

A neighborhood near the 'Jets, on the ground was a brown skinned **** lookin' like me

Had a hole in his chest, with blood pouring out all on the concrete

Paramedics on site, think he went into the light when they heard that this heart had a dead beat

So the channel I switch, like why Fox 5 showing this shit

Had my stomach feelin' sick, come to find out that his name was Nick

And I'm like wait, gotta let this shit all sink in

17 years all gone in the blink of an eye, Just another case wrong place wrong time

What a coincidence, everybody walking around like they innocent

With 30 round drums just like the instrument in different increments

Most people part of the problem, I'm tryna be part of solutions

Yelling out, I'm a G, don't fuck with me, when them be the main ones shooting

Maybe it's something I'm missing, or maybe I'm trippin

Why would I kill a **** that look just like me? Just cause he boolin' or crippin

It could be me up in that cast, throw my name in eulogies

But the saddest part about it is this shit ain't new to me

I'm working 9 to 5, tryna stay alive, In a city where too many people die

Oh I'm dying to live, Yeah I'm dying to live

I know that any given Sunday, they'll quit all the gunplay

But until then, I guess there's no other way So one of these days I'll run away

To a better place I'm working 9 to 5, tryna stay alive

In a city where too many people die Oh I'm dying to live,

Yeah I'm dying to live, I know that any given Sunday, they'll quit

all the gunplay But until then, I guess there's no other

way So one of these days I'll run away, To a better place

A better place Like feet don't fail me now

Cause I don't know how much further that I can go

I close my eyes and pray to God that's just the way I cope

I think back to the times when I was down bad here before

I lose and dream and float, no need for antidotes I heard that crying pain, I'm on a rod wave

I put my heart on ice when they hit em in broad day

Why, why do the good die young

This my battle cry, pouring out everything in my lungs

I'm working 9 to 5, tryna stay alive In a city where too many people die

Oh I'm dying to live Yeah I'm dying to live

I know that any given Sunday, they'll quit all the gunplay

But until then, I guess there's no other way So one of these days I'll run away To a better place