As I stand on the block and take a squat on the curb/ Think about as a people and all the horrors of the world/ Think about all the kids, all the boys and girls/ rejected as seeds b4 they can say their first words/ I walk down the streets and see dead corpses/ Yellow tape surrounding blood and it stands 4 caution/ He was dead b4 he reached the casket he was tossed in/ He wanted 2 be accepted no matter what the cost is/ Ignited hatred wanted retribution without discussion/ Violence discrimination without thinking about repercussions/ Decided 2 stand tall when them bullets started bustin/ Till he got struck with the pump Slumped turned him into nothing/ And this is the kind of behavior that we learned to accept/ Bush banging up upside the head with phony terrorist threats/ U see u either die by the gang flag or American turmoil/ Its irony at its finest 2 the victor goes the spoils/.
