It's Your World

[Intro]

Same old thing looking out this window right here

I wonder is it ever gonna change?

[Verse 1]

Hi I roll with the slum and throw my condolence to sons

And daughters depart just to walk with their marvelous father

And skies that are blue as the eyes of a portrait of Jesus

Every nigga that's ignorant is supporting my genius

Increasing my anger at babies deceased from a hanger

Somebody’s baby's deceased from police where there’s danger

It’s not safe in the streets for little Patrice and Kilayla

It’s blood on that man’s hands that has nothing to savor

Willing to die before his eye it’s spilling and cry

His tissue is damp, his fist holds a pistol that’s clamped

How can I not watch the news? It’s in front of my house

It's so close, you swore you saw the gun in my mouth

Near shot three houses down from the weed spot

A fiendish plot through broken English between the lots

Sick of it all, house is burnt from the brick to the walls

Neighborhood kids are involved instead of kicking a ball

They’d rather kick in your balls

[Verse 2]

Yeah, I roll with the slum, your hand out, I don’t owe you a crumb

So therefore, before me, you’d rather spare yours

Ain't coming off a dime cause many dimes I lost

And I won’t be crying as a president in this present and awkward time

They pour me a drink, I be at the bar with the preacher

Ready to spar, stress got my whole head in a jar

Taxes is high, planes jacking they crash in the sky

They’re masking their cry cursing out God asking him why

Women with no class be batting the lash of their eye

Pathetic, some women pregnant but sucks on the glass to get high

I seen robberies by a fiend afraid of God

I never seen a fiend robbing me for not a thing

Honestly, we lie to the judge about sex, violence, and drugs

Girls with fake IDs get inside of the club

And catch a nigga up off the liquor drunk

Make the cock jump, get knocked up for a bigger chunk and