I think you must be confused
About where you just moved
This is a different kind of neighbourhood
I ain't saying that it's bad but you can't tell me that it's good
Cos I have seen that there is blood down on the street
But I'm not above it I know it's part of me
Just flip a circumstance a day a month a week
It's a reaction to something you can't see
But then I'm scared to ask you what it is you see
You hit the boy on the corner for your needs
Watch all the drugs money murder sex deets
Bad shit gives you air holes
Breathe
Those screams don't let him sleep
He ain't a victim just remembers what he's seen