Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
The innocent children, driven in the wrong division
I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,
Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good
Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens
Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions
And i'll enjoy your suffering, you think i'm bluffing,
Are you comingto the point that your running
Suffering from multiple doses of psychosis mama said i need a diagnosis
I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush
There's children dying and i am crying
Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing
By any means necessary get campaign right
Suffering and pain is what keeps me awake at night
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