158 Lewis Avenue between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back durin days of hangin' on my bed-stuy block
Plenty poisoned minds of the people are ours. Slaves, from mental death.
There's no time for conversation dear, moan is all I want to hear.
I guess you're not gonna be happy til' it's for real. Four year old kids, doing drive-bys on Big Wheels.
Take a stand and command to demand what's grand.
Control what I hold and of course be the boss of myself, no-one else will bring my wealth.