(CHORUS) 2X
On my knees praising God and I’m asking why-/
Is it rich and poor why did we have to divide-/
In the ghetto selling drugs to struggle and strive-/
But I found out ima hustle wit rhymes-/
(VERSE 1)
On my block it’s vicious-/
Thugs on the corner everyday going and pushing rock to children-/
Hot as kitchens, pulling the weapon and rob for riches-/
Stop and listen and get a job for instance-/
I tell’em chill out, nigga we got to stop the killing-/
Selling drugs and bussing guns aint proper living-/
Niggas from the hood aint born docs and chemist-/
The government put it there they the opposition-/
Black males in a home is a dropped percentage-/
Abandoned dead gone or either locked in prison-/
We got to find a better way to go stop prevent this-/
Now Cop religion and go and praise God for strengthen-/
Keep a positive vibe think optimistic-/
Son put ya gun down don’t cock the biscuit-/
Don’t pop the biscuit cause u was underprivileged-/
Brought up in a home I without a pot to piss in-/
Ya peeps crack heads yeahh that rock that rock additive-/
Turn ya back on ya brother now ya wallet missing-/
The whole worlds fucked up, even cops is twisted-/
I Chan ledge and contradict it-/
Hate it more than a Jehovah witness-/
I’m so specific when I flip it and flow for Christians-/
Trying to warmer the heart of those-/
Cold as the snow in Christmas-/
Control the system and unexposed the sickness-/
(CHORUS) 2X
On my knees praising God and I’m asking why-/
Is it rich and poor why did we have to divide-/
In the ghetto selling drugs to struggle and strive-/
But I found out ima hustle wit rhymes-/
