"Pants sagging?,nigga this, nigga that, Whats happening?, is this how we portray black?,

Killing each other, robbing one another my sistas and brothas, how are we suppose to move forward?,

Yall wanna take a stand for Troy, take a stand for Trayvon, So it's a different story if it came from "they" gun?,

This ain't fun, if it suppose to be I missed the memo,We play life like a game, and still can't get passed the demo!,

Dealing weed and crack, just to make a living, selling pot for years, and still ain't got a pot to piss in,

I'm not judging you, just wish that things were different, haven't walked a mile in your shoes, you're right,I'm too busy sprinting,

Cause I know I have a future, something I have to get, while the government at the edge of the fiscal cliff,

stretching our hands towards the rich man to give us a lift, he can either help us, or stomp on our fingertips,

But keep ya grip Obama, and everything will work out heavenly, speak the word of God, so when you talk you let the Heavens speak,

Blacks, caucasians, and latinos, check the longevity, the negativity rests upon our heritage heavily,

 We kill for things we want,and take all of our needs for granted, and bite the fist that feeds us,even if it's open handed,

Wise kid in this lost World, just no understanding, WHY ARE WE STILL STUCK IN THIS PROCESS? LORD ARE WE STRANDED?

DAM THIS,...... but I refuse to be a beaver, mantality of a civil rights leader, won't stop until I lead us,

Out of this phase with a better feature, time we rise, slam the gavel three times, DON'T LET THIS BEAT YOU!"

Halton.