Verse 1:
I know a place where the trees donand't grow
Just another place where niggaz live low
I know a place where life is fucked up
Make a wrong move and your ass get stuck up
Time ainand't nothin but a frame of mind
And life is like a mountain or a steep ass climb
Iand've been lookin for a place to leave
The only free place is inside of me
So letand's take a trip and you donand't need a grip
But you better be equipped cause it might be some shit
African-american, nothin but a nigga
Had our fingers on the trigger, but i pulled mine quicker
I know a place where there ainand't no calm and
You better stay away if youand're soft like charmin
South central, los angeles, watts, and compton
A nigga on the west coast on his way to harlem
Verse 2:
Now itand's time to step into the light (light)
Put up your dukes, thereand's gonna be a fight (fight)
And when itand's time to fight, you better fight right
Cause if it donand't fight right, out goes the light
Take a close look at what iand'm freakin on
Niggaz think iand'm tweekin, but iand'm speakin on
Subject matter, data
Information that i gather
Through my travels
Cause the hardest of the hard, hit hardcore killer
Canand't stop the slug of a nine millimeter
Everybody thinks they know, but they know not
If they havenand't caught a cap on the block *gunshot*
So shine up your boots and pick up the pieces
Grab a fresh pair of khakis with the sharp ass creases
Ring the alarm, here comes the storm
I got a firearm on my way to harlem
Verse 3:
I know a place where the sun donand't shine
Everybody is a victim of neighborhood crime
I know a place where niggaz walk the line
One false step and they must do time
Since iand'm in the same boat
I must stay afloat
And sing every note
From the quotes that they wrote
So, i look into the past and walk the path of the greats
So i wont make the same mistakes that sealed my ancestors fates
If i had to be a slave iand'd rather be in my grave
If i get in how many lives could i save?
One, two, three, a hundred, a thousand
My heart is poundin, the devil keeps soundin
But he donand't want my money, he wants my soul
So i reach like a tree, and like a weed i grow
My stomach is full, but my mind is starvin
Rollin in a g ride on my way to harlem
