Verse 1:
I know a place where the trees dont 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 aint nothin but a frame of mind
And life is like a mountain or a steep ass climb
Ive been lookin for a place to leave
The only free place is inside of me
So lets take a trip, and you dont 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 aint no calm and
You better stay away if youre soft like charmin
South central, los angeles, watts, and compton
A nigga on the west coast on his way to harlem

Verse 2:

Now its time to step into the light (light)
Put up your dukes, theres gonna be a fight (fight)
And when its time to fight, you better fight right
Cause if it dont fight right, out goes the light
Take a close look at what Im freakin on
Niggaz think Im tweekin, but Im speakin on
Subject matter, data
Information that I gather
Through my travels
Cause the hardest of the hard, hit hardcore killer
Cant stop the slug of a nine millimeter
Everybody thinks they know, but they know not
If they havent 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 dont 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 Im 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 Id 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 dont 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

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