Pour it out      How many more gotta die   How many more mothers gotta cry   How many more locked away for life   Just tryin' to get a piece of the pie      The struggle continues, we hate each other   And we don't know the reason why, petty shit   Crabs in the back room, holdin' each other back   Until the day we die, uh      I been droppin' knowledge like this for a long long time   They don't feel me   When I strive to help the dumb deaf fly   Long as I'm sittin' bullshit is just fine   But when I speak on them, that's when they draw the line      Conspiracy is a theory, let's promote the black-on-black   Niggas don't know how to act   Let em' send each other back      Too many shorties dyin' everyday   Too many niggas bein' locked away   Realize what's really goin' on   And how the black community got so torn   How many more mothers gotta mourn   He didn't make eightten and he's livin' in the lawn   Somebody tell me what's that all about   There's too many shorties checkin' out   My nigga's locked up for a lifetime   Didn't even get a chance to use his lifeline   The game is setup for you to lose   So watch the po-po cause like Tom they cruise   Focus get cha' head straight, fix ya plate   Learn from others and don't make the same mistake   Know who you are, where ya at, and where ya goin'   The worst thing about life is not knowin'   Knowledge break it down it's know to ledge   Cause if you don't know the ledge you droppin' off edge   The hood drama is horrific   Enough ghetto tears for years that could fill up Pacific   I'm not standin' here tryin' to be no preacher   But each one, teach one, hope I reach ya   See I'm here to enter brain then I entertain   Those who lost one in the struggle, I feel ya pain   Cause everyday somebody else is gettin' blown   But we don't moan until it hits close to home   Hear me y'all cause the numbers seem to multiply   And that's the reason that I ask myself      How many more gotta die   How many more mothers gotta cry   How many more locked away for life   Just tryin' to get a piece of the pie      The struggle continues, we hate each other   And we don't know the reason why, petty shit   Crabs in the back room, holdin' each other back   Until the day we die, uh