You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion.
Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion.
Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught.
Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought.
Nine millimeter kickin’ thinking about what tha streets do to me,
Cause they never talk peace in tha black community.
All we know is violence, do tha job in silence,
Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants.