This is a song about "Rising up"

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

We're rising up, put your hands up, then stand strong,

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

What we gotta do to survive

Rising the drive that slice into cries

Don't care if its discrete or if even seven people evily watch,

Rising i am i thought hutch, would go on but he ended with the click of a stopwatch

They say that i never cease to amaze

Temperature rising i'm heating the place,

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy