Let me take you to ExP where the ugly is known to roam   The rat infested and defected is what we call our home   We're surrounded by old violence and gang infested hoods   Down at the Tank, you know that you'll always have a home   It ain't no misforture, so make no commotion   Junkies, homeless and prostitutes are not hated, they're known   Can you feel the violence, the love fear and hate?   We're looking for tomorrow, but is there any fate?      I'll take you by the hand and walk you through our dashing broken homes   The locals they all know ExP is where we keep our throne   Neglections, Misconceptions make ExP our home   Corruption, self-destruction make ExP our home   Friends and enemies make ExP our home