Losing my homies in a hurry, they're relocating to the cemetery.

Born through hard times, Ghetto child of mine. I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes.

I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em, they stressed out and goin' under.

But I see now that whether I show up for work or not, the evil forces are going to beat me. They're going to come 100 percent, so if I dont be 100 percent pure-hearted, I'm going to lose. And thats why I'm losing.

Should we cry when the pope dies, my request we should cry if they cried when we buried Malcom X

That's what I am, America's nightmare. I am what you made me, the hate and evil that you gave me.

If you could walk a mile in my shoes you'd be crazy too.