It's Your World

[Intro] Same old thing looking out this window right here I wonder is it ever gonna change? [Verse 1] Hi I roll with the slum and throw my condolence to sons And daughters depart just to walk with their marvelous father And skies that are blue as the eyes of a portrait of Jesus Every nigga that's ignorant is supporting my genius Increasing my anger at babies deceased from a hanger Somebody’s baby's deceased from police where there’s danger It’s not safe in the streets for little Patrice and Kilayla It’s blood on that man’s hands that has nothing to savor Willing to die before his eye it’s spilling and cry His tissue is damp, his fist holds a pistol that’s clamped How can I not watch the news? It’s in front of my house It's so close, you swore you saw the gun in my mouth Near shot three houses down from the weed spot A fiendish plot through broken English between the lots Sick of it all, house is burnt from the brick to the walls Neighborhood kids are involved instead of kicking a ball They’d rather kick in your balls [Verse 2] Yeah, I roll with the slum, your hand out, I don’t owe you a crumb So therefore, before me, you’d rather spare yours Ain't coming off a dime cause many dimes I lost And I won’t be crying as a president in this present and awkward time They pour me a drink, I be at the bar with the preacher Ready to spar, stress got my whole head in a jar Taxes is high, planes jacking they crash in the sky They’re masking their cry cursing out God asking him why Women with no class be batting the lash of their eye Pathetic, some women pregnant but sucks on the glass to get high I seen robberies by a fiend afraid of God I never seen a fiend robbing me for not a thing Honestly, we lie to the judge about sex, violence, and drugs Girls with fake IDs get inside of the club And catch a nigga up off the liquor drunk Make the cock jump, get knocked up for a bigger chunk and