This generation is so twisted

Young boys out here, in gangs

Claiming sides of towns

Rapping about gangs

But they be the main ones stressing

When their boy is locked up, stabbed up,

shot up

Crying, saying they wasn't the one

Is this really how you wanna live?

Instead of trying to be hood

Worry about your future-your kids

You say you're not a follower, only a leader

But leaders in this city is on E

Like a needle in a meter,

Empty.