Land of future and fools

Ending up in crews

With a future of blues

Land where workers come from borders 

Ending up only making quarters

Making life on it, barely enough for a used whip

Coming back with a trip

People gettin faded with no care

Until they get raided with no time to spare

Showing no fears, ending up with tears

Leaving as a doobie to begin as a newbie

Southerners with loving mothers

Giving no shit bout rubbers

Giving more care bout gangs than their lovers

Schools treain you like monkeys

Caring only bout the money and not bout the dummies

Where you got dreamers 

Then you got the gang bangers

Ones in sight

Anothers in a fight

This land ain't no hell hole without a stroll

To not end up on a roll with no goal

Knowing the strangers and dangers

Of many of the endangers

Where I'm already zoomin to my doom

In my tomb to be my room