Inner city strugglin', motherfuckin' rat race   Condemned pressure cooker, that explodes in your face   Another neighborhood gets destroyed by the drug deal   Staking a claim on an estate that is real   Pay the mob's price for your own protection   Half a wise guy makes the wrong connections   Flooding our streets with your wanna be bullshit   Who whacks who, don't matter who gets hit   The space between the death of our friends is so close   This month it was neglect, our boy died of an overdose   Last month a gunshot, a typical story   That's just the way it goes in a failed territory   No hope, just dope, and your chances are slim   To grow up and get out 'cause you're already in   The vacuum of the street so powerful   Sucking you in it drains your mind by the hour fool   Still smoking dippers our friends are all dusted   Slave to a bottle of juice, fucking disgusted   Can't you see the neighborhood's black hole   And the odds are that we'll never grow old   Young guns scam running on a get ahead quick tip   With your pretty ass crimes, you're on a blind road trip   Day to day death, wish we all carry inside   Welcome to your suicide   So you call yourself a part of the avenue crew   Living here doesn't offer much else to do   But get into beef and take each other's back   Kid of eighteen, broke his skull with a bat   Always changing with the trends like a fucking chameleon   Live for yourself 'cause you're one in a million   A rebel 'cause you weren't born into wealth   But the only thing holding you down is yourself   On the road we get phone calls breaking our hearts   When they find someone we love in the trunk of a car   Nothing you can do. Just another sad story   Wake up, break out   An epitaph from your own self doubt