Cops stopped me, checkin' me for narcotics, luckily my own brothers up the street just

robbed me, damn, well, open season, approach the deacon, seekin' soul retrievin', no receivin',

I got nothin', I'm still fiendin' for more morphine, tryin' to fiend through the coldest

season, a hundred days, a hundred nights, they fightin' over cheese while committin'

treason, resident black, um, residents black, um, fightin' my residents for, uh, whatever

they have, um, livin' in a hood like a hard -head, be hard -headed, with your chick, they're stiller

and butts like Jerome Bennett, turn a black and cop will watch and stop me for the taillight,

the other black, my brother popped at me, I couldn't tell why, probably cause my taillight

standin' maybe too brown, they hate they own now, they too down, they couldn't excel high,

smoke a joint, smoke a dude to prove a point, guess he a joint, now he doin' time within

the joint, the murder, Lord save us from Gomorrah, or maybe more, uh, ourselves before tomorrow,

right, we so dumb, livin' in Sodom, so the ones that call themselves so, they got the

game served up, I'm inside of Central with a mental cold, it's Mentos, they livin' Mentos,

walkin' to the corner store, watch your back, smashin' down Central, that's Watson back,

the hood picked up, now you the victim, the hood picked up, now you the victim,

walkin' to the corner store, watch your back, smashin' down Central, that's Watson back,

the hood picked up, now you the victim, the hood picked up, now you the victim,

they callin' Tommy like Tiny on that shit again, served up, get up, boy, I'm riddlin',

back when they was recitin' riddles up in kindergarten, I was growin' wheat inside my

momma garden, bittersweet, oxymoron, get my oxys off in the mornin', I mean, I won't change too

plenty, but them J's cost a pretty penny, how we supposed to stick together when these fuck niggas

got me like fuck niggas, I hate sleepin' and savin', waiting for CEOs to come and feed me

like I'm kneedy down on Figaro, see, I'm a starving artist, you know how hard it is to

know that you are just a sheep bein' led to harvest, nah, I didn't think so, I'm comin'

down your chimney, so call me Kris Kringle, jingle, jingle all the way, cause I'm out of the

matrix for good, like a permanent vacay, Michael Jackson up in my headphones, say, say, say,

I've been battlin' against the law, I've been battlin' against my bro, I've been battlin'

against them all, them versus me up against the wall, walkin' to the corner store, watch your

back, smashin' down Citroen, that's Watson back, the hood picked up, now you the victim,

the hood picked up, now you the victim, walkin' to the corner store, watch your back,

smashin' down Citroen, that's Watson back, the hood picked up, now you the victim,