And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads
Aimin' at his partner who know he up next
Let's get it, i go hard, no days off
They all just shake their heads and scoff
Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense
Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads
Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense
And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads
Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate
Like an atheist with faith mocks gods words til his own heads at stake
Which is the root of all negative
Grabbing heads, ripping out dreads to lock them with
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