School books and bullets fly thru the air
niggas with no care for where they are
"i'ma get you motha!"
sharp touges spewing spittle laced with refer
and a malt liquor
life goes quicker in the hood, seems police
protection doesnt do any good
numb realities and cruelties crawl deeper in
tell me what is it i missed? did we become
animals over night, still 300 years in the
fight for freedom
"duck down Fehema, don't look to the sky!"
you may have questions as to why
we have systematicly given up on our young
school bells ringing with the sound of a gun
playgrounds use to be a place to smile
you're only a child for a while
wake up Fehema before you are dead
tell me what is it i missed?
300 years and we still in the abyss