I OPE EYE
Picture my city in flames, the smoke clouds the vision
Children in your building getting hit with ammunition
ever stop and listen? choppers and sirens
apocalypse now, metropolis crowds colliding
No body minds it, so everybody gets hit survival of the illest got us all on a lick
and that's all we get? just a taste of the lavish
'til you end up getting hemmed locked and celled up like a savage
stick up kids and murder madness,
my block must have seen it all and still we're blinded
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