At the house, with the popo popping off rounds
Hearing those deadly sounds
Makes you wonder why the big man makes projects pays em f*cking cents
Supply them with weapons turn em into wolves give em a sentance
Makes you question their intentions
Do you feel my presence, its time for vengeance
Not with violence
But with the essence of our lips
Either way keep that shit on your hip
You never know what they worship
I ain't no thug but i've seen it firsthand
He had his hands up but no longer does he stand
Riots started for the departed
War was started
Thank God For The silenced
Our story licensed
Where did the cold shoulder go
Looking out my window
I try to keep my pace slow
Walking left and right and there's no way to go
Tomorrow who will follow
In the end ill still feel hollow
You die today you live tomorrow is the new motto