Pray for my city

[Intro: V-nasty] Hey, What's the Murder rate right now? Matter of fact, turn this song off, go on the internet, and look at East Oakland murder rate right now.... [Verse 1: V-nasty] This shit is getting crazy 8 people shot and a 8 year old baby My prays go to your family High roller I don't know you but this damaged me Its hurts to see what them cameras see Another boy got shot a week ago He was only 3, and Y all know this feels Everyone I grew with is getting killed I don't think I can handle it Everywhere It's a bottle It's a candle lit In the city and the siege Every time I turn around they screaming RP My Bruhs locked up so I'm always yelling free Watching channel 2 will make you hate TV I miss all my bruhs I'd give all this up Just to see little Nertie and give him a hug Fuck the INTERNET they don't know V They think I'm a gimmick slide through the east See how many real motherfuckers fuck with me If you don't like it Oh well Don't fuck with me [V-nasty to Fab] Hey Fab Man, let them know what's up in these streets man and, I know mommas is stressing out, kids fighting life and shit [Fab to v-nasty] V, I feel you [V-nasty to fab] This shit ain't cool bruh [Fab to v-nasty] This some real shit [Verse 2: Mistah Fab] They say this city lost No-one to lead them from the evil They blame the Anti-Christ Oh shit I blame the people You know them OGs in the 80s Man thats so D the messages like Brodie Pimped our mommas left us lonely I grew up without no daddy My momma smoking rocks All my brothers selling crack Man all my brothers man they lock In this city got some killer cops Now these niggas killing cops See the under civil war I wonder when will the killing stop Praying for Mr little I hope he pulling through If something happen to my daughter I don't know what I would do Man if you don't know the struggle Then you don't know the pain How you come from appearing when they're trying to have you slain This shit should have had you crazy Fuckin up your brain I done cried came down like rain Moment of silence Show pity Somebody bow down and pray for my city