Detroit State of Mind

It's Elmatic
 Yeah, I'mma start this shit off, man
 Yo, rappers I monkey-flip 'em, gorilla-stomp 'em
 I'm out here with the dealers pumpin', the killers dumpin'
 Dead bodies in Lake Michigan that shake fishermen
 Pimps turn into pastors, the fake bishops in the churches
 And props determined off what you purchase
 Or who you murked just a week ago, dug up from searches
 And police raids, decreased grades; someone deceased made
 The front page, the priests prayed he went to heaven, but the beast stayed
 Now it's a war, and flowers for more funerals
 You see who's soon to go a few hours before
 It's just the same story, they cutting more ki's
 When someone OD's in the same building on the same story
 - it's that ruthless. Drug addicts is toothless, turned doofus
 Responsible for how the wasted youth is
 Who run up in your shop and steal, popping pills
 At the house party with a hoodrat copping feels
 Fuckin' raw, mentality's like
 Fuck the law, nowadays niggas buck when they woulda snuffed ya jaw
 In the city of schemes where money is power
 And shots go off at the funniest hour
 Now its breaking news, it's best that you stay awake than snooze
 They taking lives or they taking shoes
 I jot it down like I'm Langston Hughes
 And paint a picture in my good book thats full of verses
 That ain't a scripture nor from the religion
 Judges put men under the prison
 Them shorties screamin' they riders, but ain't none of 'em driven
 I try to school 'em cause they dropped out, once they popped out the pussy
 They mad because they pussy pops out, now they a bastard
 Life can be fatal and a hazard, from the cradle to the casket
 I'm rightfully raised around a life of crime, snitches dropping dimes
 I think of rhymes when I'm in a Detroit State of Mind
 Detroit State of Mind
 Detroit State of Mind
 Detroit State of Mind
 Detroit State of Mind
 Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, sipping on bottles of Rozay
 Chilling with my out-of-town connect named Jose
 Tryna hustle for more pay, police in my doorway
 I never have my head in the clouds cause they could go gray
 And that ain't my forte, so fuck a job
 Or who I stuck and robbed just the other day
 Who's listening to what they mother say about finishing school
 To get they GED, while crackheads is tryna sling an HDTV
 For rocks to snort? The fast life is why the time on ya clocks is short
 Even the shorties pulling Glocks from they boxer shorts
 Rap sheet be so long that it shocks the courts
 It's why we called the Murder City, tip a stripper then you can purr the kitty
 Bad Boys before we heard of Diddy
 Word, to Maserati Rick, Demetrius Holloway
 And those who celebrate by busting guns on a Holiday
 Happy to see another year end and begin
 Was told to watch for enemies that pretend to be friends
 They hit you with the setup, I seen it all with my own two
 The hood is like a glass house the Devil throws stones through
 Many are stressed off the Henny or sess
 Maybe because the city is built above where Indians rest
 In peace, police found deceased, it's hair-raising like Kelis
 D-boys high and workin' they fleece, and bubble geese
 I knew this fly chick, pretty right, she was my type - that crack shit
 Wasn't hype, she fell in love with the pipe
 She had dreams, of being the next D. Ross of the Supremes
 Overdosed in the lot, between the plot and the schemes