Word is still born...I will not stoop to the level of the stoop that y'all chill on
If the building's boarded up and the children of the corn
-er Liquor Store don't want to kick it no more...
because holes have filled the wall,
sneakers are scuffed
and toes have become sore
I saw y'all walk from the hood of tough luck.
Yeah, if these walls could talk they wouldn't shut the fuck up