Gotta look deep inside
Hell on these streets
Remorse is denied
The minds of these lost niggas have aligned with benevolent spirits that strip them of all the good life
Lack has placed our backs against the wall
Looking to snipe any unsuspecting soul that has fouls gold in their soul,
Or gold on their neck,
Or verdant in their hand
The purpose of these niggas in this land was deserted long ago when they stole our worth before our birth