I see you're hurting and in fact I know you're mad

From perfectly identical insertions of our past

The anger that you've pushed down surfaces at last

You're certain that they're doing it on purpose and you spas

But meanwhile I was shot down last week

By another young brother same color as me

Left me in a blood pool damn, did me wrong, huh

Laughed like it was cool, must've heard it in a song, huh

And the last thing I saw was my daughter on the porch

What was once a loving dad, now a problem to report

Realize the bigger problem is the problem we endorse

Watched her hero transform from a father to a corpse

And of course, the perp was a young black male

And of course, the victim was a young black male

So report the ignorance that you have tracked well

When you rap, make money, kill ****, make crack sells

Can't you see we're in a state of emergency?

We're obsessed and possessed with possessions and currency

And you glorify the curse that you throw inside a verse

We hate the way they treat us but we treat ourselves worst

Let's stop killing each other and start killing the ignorance

We'll succeed if we proceed with persistence and diligence

Think of our women and children if you're needing some sentiment

Because the bullets hurt worst when they're piercing the innocent, come on

I see you're hurting and obviously confused

Understand that this country was designed for us to lose

That doesn't have to depict, the destiny that we choose

We really need to switch up the recipe of cool

You don't think you can succeed but trust me I know you can

We have too many ****, I want you to grow a man

We don't have to yell, pause, for me to hold your hand

We are a stolen people, we're treading on stolen land

Intelligence isn't popular

But the only thing that's stopping us is ignorance and hate

Yo, this poverty is costing us

All of us, not the bloods, not the crips but all of us

The biggest gang in the whole world is the one they call haul us up

Can't you see we're in a state of emergency?

We're obsessed and possessed with possessions and currency

And you glorify the curse you throw inside a verse

We hate the way they treat us but we treat ourselves worst

So before you pull that trigger could you be more considerate?

Mr. officer, trust me, our family is missing us

Think of our women and children if you're needing some sentiment

Those bullets hurt worst when they're piercing the innocent, come on