Suicide yea it’s suicide

Many gon die but a few decide

Views aside won’t be you or I

Right versus wrong better choose a side

Rich versus poor when the two collide

Thinking you’ll survive just foolish pride

Manipulate our minds when they using lies

The arms of the law got limbs that swing bars stop cars for improbable cause wit a cold heart

Them arms got wrist that cuff wrists take risks by cuffing the innocent then stuffing them in the whip

Them wrists got hands that drive vans wit plans to find man and beat 'em down on they own land Hands got fingers that pull triggers to kill a bigger picture and peel back the cap of all ****

Damn go figure

Slaves in the field wit' chains

Was made to be, gangs in the field who bang

A shame to see

Paid cus they deal cocaine

What’s lame to me

That's the only lane they see

To claim the streets

That or it’s fame they seek

And when they get it

Never building up they village

And if they do, the devil come and take they spirit

Shit is wicked

We closer to the ending

Suicide yea it’s suicide

Many gon die but a few decide

Views aside won’t be you or I

Right versus wrong better choose a side

Rich versus poor when the two collide

Thinking you’ll survive just foolish pride

Manipulate our minds when they using lies