Sit back and relax while I educate you about the bills and the stacks
This is an issue that has contaminated every boy who’s black
They say, “Rob the store on the end of the block…oh by the way here’s a glock.”
Just in case you get stopped, so keep your arms steady and make sure the gun is armed and ready
You go into the store, the bell tingles as you walk through the door
The cashier knows what you came for, but he aint gon get played no more
He brings a buried bat from under the counter and bangs it
This unpleasantly encounter has just turned into a duel, but you a fool and get scared
The gun flares and it feels like time froze and you’re suspended in air
Next thing you know blood is on your hands, shoes, and hair
And there’s on one way they could have gotten there
Reflect and ask, what was it done for, to own a piece of concrete that declares you the throne
But the only concrete that you will ever own is the bars from a cell or a grave beside a tombstone
