Inner city strugglin', motherfuckin' rat race
   Condemned pressure cooker, that explodes in your face
   Another neighborhood gets destroyed by the drug deal
   Staking a claim on an estate that is real
   Pay the mob's price for your own protection
   Half a wise guy makes the wrong connections
   Flooding our streets with your wanna be bullshit
   Who whacks who, don't matter who gets hit
   The space between the death of our friends is so close
   This month it was neglect, our boy died of an overdose
   Last month a gunshot, a typical story
   That's just the way it goes in a failed territory
   No hope, just dope, and your chances are slim
   To grow up and get out 'cause you're already in
   The vacuum of the street so powerful
   Sucking you in it drains your mind by the hour fool
   Still smoking dippers our friends are all dusted
   Slave to a bottle of juice, fucking disgusted
   Can't you see the neighborhood's black hole
   And the odds are that we'll never grow old
   Young guns scam running on a get ahead quick tip
   With your pretty ass crimes, you're on a blind road trip
   Day to day death, wish we all carry inside
   Welcome to your suicide
   So you call yourself a part of the avenue crew
   Living here doesn't offer much else to do
   But get into beef and take each other's back
   Kid of eighteen, broke his skull with a bat
   Always changing with the trends like a fucking chameleon
   Live for yourself 'cause you're one in a million
   A rebel 'cause you weren't born into wealth
   But the only thing holding you down is yourself
   On the road we get phone calls breaking our hearts
   When they find someone we love in the trunk of a car
   Nothing you can do. Just another sad story
   Wake up, break out
   An epitaph from your own self doubt