Help me lord, been irritated and imitated
and even hated for the fact that my face is painted
Maybe it's prejudice, I realize and recognize the fact
The envisionist company, they gon turn it white and black
Writin bars like the others, don't matter color or creed
When they say with animosity
No undisputed enemies appalled
Y'all ♥♥♥♥♥ got no balls, because the real biggest mob of them all is city hall
We the product of environment, ghetto till we finish
Till the day that we retire and close out for business
I know you feelin this, you wellin up inside
But the clip in ya heata, pull the trigga, and let's ride