MJ Walking in the middle of traffic Living like Tragic Living in the wrong Bitches it's like a bad habit Third eye open, coasting, smoking Spitting out the flow Them niggas not even knowing Who the fuck is this? Young brown skin kid Thinking he can spit Looking at the world like "Fuck this shit" I was creeping though the dark But I found light real fucking quick I- Open up the mind Start to realize All propaganda my niggas telling nothing but lies Infatuated by Gucci belts and [?] pants But this what the media supplies and demands, hah Ain't that shit real fucking funny? How broke mothafuckas will do anything for money Swagged out, lowked up Thinking they was tight Walking in my shoes you won't stand up a night But its alright Because every man ain't made equal Some are hard as rock and other niggas are see-through So let us pray for the niggas Who gon' to die tonight Riding for their causes Gripping up on a knife Love some, lose some, it's all part of life Trying to maintain Mix the bowl with the Sprite Look into my eyes Just know it'll be alright When you feel like giving up Just put up another fight