" Death kills my city softly like Lauren Hill

drugs kill my my, a bullet is a poison pill

America ignores us, they treat us like distant  foreigners, ballin & rappin- the only times they adore us.

My city is locked down, people talk about us , cme live in our town. Blinded by the blood and the tears,

come see our drams and our fears .See if you can't feel us, you ain't from here. The land of

overacheivers . Bill stay mountin, balls bouncin, brothers wildin, we get laid off & still smilin.

You know we still fight, pitbulls in my city, swingin with Clarissa Shields might. War in my city, keep the

steel tight. But I pray we get these streets nice, parks shine with J's & ballers bright with no gunfight, m

city so ripe wiith young life, Fli City we gotta get right, cause just like Nas we only got one mic."-

Shaquille Hill