text: What Up?
  This past year was a rough ride, joking aside
  A lot of niggas left to do bids, and most done died
  My neighborhood is like a ghost town
  Would hype some trash
  The BGs got the hood hot
  With whites and rats
  The old folks is mad at us cause they kids is lost
  How you expect for us to teach when all you did was talk
  The trickle down theory but this generation of thugs
  Aint nothing like my niggas was when was hustling blood
  It went from weed to cocaine
  Cocaine to drank
  Drank to handlebar, heron, x and crank
  Smokin dip, plottin homicies, killin theyself
  Butt naked waving pistols round the feeling of death
  Got mama crying, cause she know deep down they needin her help
  But hes a dead man walking, still she pray for his health
  Why did Cory have to die young
  Im losing my friends
  Fought the war against Cancer
  But he lost in the end
  Who do you believe in?
  Who do you believe in?
  Who do you believe in?
  Who do you believe in?
  Outside I see the cop cars flashin they lights
  Raindrops symbolizing God is saving the life
  The sun shining so they say the devil beatin his wife
  The body bloody underneath the sheet is waitin for Christ
  The streets is hungry so I know they watchin
  Waitin to strike
  But anything you ever got for easy
  Came with a price
  Its just the chance a nigga took
  He was shaking the dice
  Committed suicide to get his chain covered in ice
  I aint gon lie I did the same thing
  I wanted to shine
  25 and had a drop Rolls
  Top of the line
  I came a long way from rockin up
  Ounces or dimes
  To moving big boys
  4 or 5 blocks at a time
  And since this rap it wasnt paying bills
  I did what I did
  Got my money for it
  Let these niggas see how I live
  Wrong answer
  Youd think a motherfucker be proud
  To see his homie on his feet instead of talking him down
  Now if the ghetto ever made a change
  It changed for the worse
  But I love it so I write in tears
  And pray til it hurts
  Prick my fingers
  Til the blood stains would cover the page
  Wipe my eyes and look ahead
  And hope to see better days
  I turn my TV off
  Cuz I dont wanna look at the news
  Hard times seeing people crying
  Arabs and Jews
  Fighting for they religion
  Niggas livin like niggas
  Mexicans on the border
  White boys saying kill em
  Politicians playing puppet
  Gotta answer me this
  Do you believe you really God?
  My answer is this
  Did you say
  Let there be light, give Adam his wife
  Produce the vegetation
  Separate the day from the night?
  Create the land and the sea and man in your own image
  If not, then I want all this bullshit ended
  Sending the kids to fight a war that they aint have to be in
  That Saddam shit is dead, lets see you fuck with them Koreans