You see a buffoon, caught up in your own cocoon   Leave your head rest maroon   Drunk heavy in the side street saloon   Till I figured it out, to the 3rd degree      I'm the Milli in the meter   I'm the gram up in the kilo   I'm the wave up in the ocean   The C up in the coast and the B up in the Boston      So what you looking for or looking at now   You ain't got what you gotta shake   Caught it on the sidewalk fake   I gets down, further digging down      Hurt for the red dirt at the same time   Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear   Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear      My old hood could use a little rebuilding   A better place for these ghetto children   I ain't gonna let 'em take the O out my JOY   Before you can rebuild, you've got to destroy   And these walls gonna come tumbling down   These walls gonna come tumbling down      Well, I remember when, I was slanging nothing but weed   I ain't round here that can't tell you about me   Fortunately I done changed the way I used to be   When so many didn't have an alternative to see      Music saved my life and now I'll never forget it   Thats why I try to glorify God with it   But it still remains, its in my veins   I know that I'ma sin, I just hope he'll forgive me again      Okay, I'm right and wrong in the same day   And it's always gonna be someone who'll see it the same way   And if I react, who was that guy to blame, hey   You fuck with me, I fuck with you thats how the game played      I had a choice to let it go, but if you don't let it go   Then I ain't got no choice no more   Two lives gone to waste, one dead and the other caught a case   With 50 years to face I'm raising ghosts, I'm rebuilding      My old hood could use a little rebuilding   A better place for these ghetto children   I ain't gonna let 'em take the O out my JOY   Before you can rebuild, you've got to destroy   And these walls gonna come tumbling down   These walls gonna come tumbling down      I'm so tired of my people not knowing what we doing to ourselves   And we blame it on them but we stuck in the same frame   Trapped inside a mental instrumental bond   Hoping to run but theres a gun, what could you really do      Everybody new kicking the old to the floor   But now its more shit, crooked, shady, talking 'bout the president   He's fucking other ladies, blowing up spots we supposed to hit   And casually they spreading billions to the little children overseas      Niggas moving G's, I'm on my knees praying god please   A nigga just wanna eat and sleep   With my gun in my own little world and raise my little kids   Doing the best I can nigga      Shit, look who talking now   You gots to crawl before you walk, oh don't follow to close   Where I think you might stop we all can see that the grass   Is the same color on the other side of the fence      Give thanks, people thank alarm clocks, wake 'em up   Every morning brother I gotta stay prayed up   'Cause the pistol ain't gonna save my life when it's time to go   Its just in case I get a chance to retaliate      I used ain't have nothing positive to say   Doing my little five minutes of fame   Who done forget from which they came   Acknowledge his name, Lord, you've been so good to me      Better than I've been to myself keep us in good health   The white mans food makes my stomach upchuck   But I gots to be strong, to defeat my enemies   For the kill, MAC's in your side   Judging buildings, they can't be no playgrounds for these children      My old hood could use a little rebuilding   A better place for these ghetto children   I ain't gonna let 'em take the O out my JOY   Before you can rebuild, you've got to destroy   And these walls gonna come tumbling down   These walls gonna come tumbling down