Who I Be
I be me
born American
the land of the free
instead it's a tyranny
on a killing spree
I be born
in a town
war torn
by drugs and thugs
the silk city, nitty gritty
nothing pretty
just a city like yours
ran down, lined with stores
I be grown
a family of my own
never got stoned
yet the city is run by rocks
on erry city block
the clock tick tocks
never missing a beat
lights come on erry city street
thugs come out to cop that gold
an extra curricular that never grows old
I be
tired of defeat
where are the elite?
not in the streets
the ruins delete
a thought that's sought
becoming a war to be fought
thugs never caught because drugs
are bought
a victim I be to society
