Crime Scene

[Verse 1]

Yo

I seen a nigga get bodied in my neighborhood

Life cut short 'cause he was caught slippin' in New York

Fuck you thought

You could lose it all over torque

Bloodsport, take your last breath on the sidewalk

I feel for him, his girl, his seed and his mama too

Survival of the fittest, my city some kinda zoo

Yellow tape barricade, white sheet on him

Kinda numb, this shit I see often

Police talkin', askin' for clues, nobody sayin' shit

The shooter probably still here lookin' for loose lips

It's deep daily at war with the cousin asleep

Get clipped off for nothin', more taggin' your feet

Hungry niggas tryna eat, predator pray on the weak

Best friends can turn foes over loose box freaks

It's like the cycle elevates your brain, tryna break the chain

But in reality, I swear that shit won't ever change

Currency, narcotics, and bein' jealousy

The leader caught a death in the hood, what is you tellin' me?

[Chorus]

Our father wasn't around, I raised my gun to my arm

Got too much for mama, kicked me outta the home

Said "fuck authority," young nigga thinkin' he grown

I'm tryna live where niggas get killed on the quest to be known Father wasn't around, I raised my gun to my arm

Got too much for mama, kicked me outta the home

Said "fuck authority," young nigga thinkin' he grown

I'm tryna live where niggas get killed on the quest to be known

[Verse 2]

I wonder how a person who'd die for nothin' would feel

The ghosts lookin' down on a body like this shit real?

Swear to haunt the souls of the niggas that got them killed?

Do they play the passenger, let Jesus take the wheel?

I heard some [?] roams the earth for over 30 days

After you die, will God determine if heaven or hell's your fate?

Different moves I know we probably wish he would make

Go right instead of straight, too late

He felt the .38

I wonder if is it life after or is it pitch black?

Your heart rate go flat, there's nothin' after that

Just another corpse laid out, chalked

I'm deep in thought, need a spliff to shake it off

Fuck it, catch a body or be one

The hood is dangerous, this crime scene is just a rerun

That's how insane it is, I'm chain smokin' just to be numb

[Outro - from "Clockers" (1995)]

Another stain on the sidewalk

Hal! Lunch

Another dead motherfucker

DMF. All right

Well, Hal, let's go to work

Take it away, Lieutenant

OK. Catch you next time

Hey, guys. How you doin?

They should blow these projects

To Timbuktu

Why bother? They kill themselves

Anyway