Mystified by a glorified phenomenon
Called Time; rolling on and on
A crime for the greater good
Means justifying what\'s happening in the hood
Gang violence is just criminalized political control
No matter where you are when you take a stroll
Looking over your shoulder takes a toll
While time rolls on the tracks of creation through the tunnel of destiny
I reach for the controls of the greenbacks that give elation through my remedy
Slap down a disc, and crank up the speakers
Middles up from my fists, aimed at the bleachers
You can watch and applaud at my everyday antics
Laugh and cry at my everyday habits
See who cares enough to chase this white rabbit