100 Days

Is it more chalk on the board or chalk on the ground 100 days for 100 rounds 'Cause everybody dies on the South side of town Is it more chalk on the board or chalk on the ground 100 days for 100 rounds 'Cause everybody dies on the South side of town Momma used to say She said "Boy don't you go outside Don't you know them drive-bys happening outside Tinted windows keeping by Ill intent in they eyes" Them boys be bucking out them shots They want to see my demise I will not be that number either do or you die Get shot or shoot a nigga so I grab '45 I know my momma taught me better I'm just trying to survive Up in these streets (Streets) streets (streets) streets (streets) streets But the streets keep calling 1-800-KILL-A-MAN Called you in the morning If you pick up the telephone Hit a son of the morning Lucifer got his dirty hands up in the cauldron Mixing up a potion while you sipping with your squadron Hypnotic and hypnosis the government condone this Turn your brother to your enemy while you reload the clip He was giving greetings you was thinking he was talking shit (nigga) Shot him in the belly False solutions of the hypnotic (hypnotic) hypnosis (hypnosis) On a count of three You will be in a trance One, two, three X3 Is it more chalk on the board or chalk on the ground 100 days for 100 rounds 'Cause everybody dies on the South side of town 100 Days Pain, pain is what I feel when I see someone of my skin tone laying lifeless due to gun violence Pain, pain is what I feel when I see a communitiy mourn the loss of a soldier fighting an everyday war just being a colored person in America Pain, I'm talking pain so deep and ugly with one 'u' I'm left speechless looking for a message, a message of hope, a message from you