Stand tall, revolution's what I scream
Dreams shot down, Mr. Martin Luther King
Now look at what I bring to this Houston scene
See I'm the one who's trying' to turn the blueprint green
And that white mask red, I'm twice past dead
So I don't give a fuck what "the white man" says
I'm a G, so I know why the criminals need
to put a bullet in these new age General Lees
Because the only way they listen's if we enter a plea
We work hard for the money, a minimal fee
Mama girl has to work on a minimum wage
her little kids haven't even ate dinner in days
Just peanut butter & jelly, Skittles & Lays
How you expect for us to grow in such a pitiful place?
Our streets are planted with crackheads
families who lack beds
Drugs & guns leaving Hispanics & Blacks dead
Shit, with that said...
What's a brother to do?
Tryin' to make it on his own with a mother of two
Mr. Officer we don't want no trouble with you
We're just trying' to do, what we gotta do, to survive