Even the genius ask questions.
Losing my homies in a hurry, they're relocating to the cemetery.
One day I'm gonna bust, blow up on this society, why did you lie to me, I couldn't find a trace of humanity.
The realest people don’t have a lot of friends.
That's what I am, America's nightmare. I am what you made me, the hate and evil that you gave me.
If I win and get the money, then the Oakland Police department is going to buy a boys' home, me a house, my family a house, and a Stop Police Brutality Center.