Verse 1: Riding through north Philly where shit gets real. Saying something silly can be the reason that a chick gets killed. Even the kids equipped with steel, it's damn shame. Little niggaz claiming to be in a damn gang. Nobody's guiding them telling them switch campaigns. So they get locked up, come home and can't change. We all need to start choosing for better when the only thing good about the news is the weather. Instead of abiding by rules to get cheddar again somebody done chose to use a beretta. Now a family's mourning and torn apart. Mentally and physically, yea, but more at heart. And we all know somebodys life ending can turn around and be why another street war can start. And so the beef repeats, somebodys peeps deceased. I'm shaking my head, the street needs peace.

Hook: Something's gotta give, a brother trying to live. But the world is so foul and trife. Situations been damaged, shit is taken for granted. And a lot of people just don't value life. We need change, and if not for the kids, for the sake of the game. Bet it's niggaz doing bids that'll say it the same. Gotta figure how to build with each other instead of killing each other.

Verse 2: And they tell me this is the city of brotherly love. But if you live a life humble or thug the stick up kids are bumping you up..On the list of the people that they plan to make grub for the bugs, where the fuck is the love? Somebody done got shot, it feels real sad. How its a thousand of cops and shit still bad? Cause it aint no one to trust from cops holding the cuffs. To those on the block, hoodies on, holding their nuts. And that's why I stay blowing a dutch. Focused as fuck, always observing and knowing what's up. How you gotta be living around poverty. Loud couldn't get you higher than the rate of robberies. Sleep on no man cause napping will cost you. Car full pulls up to jack you then off you. Awful, but them niggaz still numb to pain. Until them niggaz get done the same, we need change.

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Verse 3: I'm so sick of incidents of innocent citizen's life lost. We're just witnessing a generation get wiped off. But while I'm in the booth talking the truth. It's youth in the street trying to shoot more than the troops. Petty start to a life that's already hard. Living by the gun aint promised to get you very far. Squeezing your steel don't mean that you're real. And just because you take what you can don't make you a man. Aint a place on this land Satan aint waiting to dance. Take the fate in your hands and start creating a plan to make a way to advance the living state of the fam. Have virtue an let all of the hate hit the fan. Need better times and shit getting worse. Gotta try to shake off or lift the curse. Not saying that you gotta take trips to church. But even when life's a bitch, don't forget her worth.

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