This is a song about "Finding witnesses"

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

I'm tapping like jehovah's witnesses, spit these raps, pack 'em in,

Getting rid or witnesses paying attention

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Witnesses say he was the shooter.

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,