This is a song about "Middle east fights"

Those streets are like frontline warzones like the middle east,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Skinny cracker, i don't get in many fights...

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

I am caught in the middle

I don't need no single

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

In the middle east, only the poverty's afflicted

Tried sending me to the middle east , to be stoned and beat/

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

So i guess you think you grown

East with biggie and group home