Look, our city never quite shook off
Rest in peace to Ricky Ross
Couple of niggas rolled, but most just took a loss
While the real bosses passed bills in city hall
Legislate the law for the homies cookin' raw
The razor blades, rocks get chopped on fine china
My blocks economics like DeBeers diamond miners
The black man's sacrificial land for the concept
A land based on the false prospect of progress
For instance
My mouth feel like a inch up in them trenches, still
Making moves by any means to transcend
The hood had the whole of him, tried to make a mole of him
Momma didn't raise no dummy, she raised a soldier