Mvt. IV

Where I'm from you either dead or in hell
 I wonder if niggas feel that they live better in jail
 If I was locked up
 It's prolly cause I picked a Glock up
 And lit block the up
 Cause my fellow nigga tried to hit up my pockets
 Right when I was down to my last dollar
 He was down to his last hollow
 We was one solution away
 From the last of our problems
 How the fuck we gon solve em
 We got more shit going on
 In the head than Dennis Rodman
 I'm Black, broke, educated and paranoid
 What's on my mind only Allah and the devil know it
 We treat our guns like chances shit we gotta blow it
 That's how it goes in Southside Illinois
 Well well well
 It's the same up in Harlem kid
 Everybody still asking where the fucking dollar is
 Pop a pill of truth homie and swallow it
 We all Gods and Goddesses
 I understand the time and how hard it is
 But fuck popping guns let's pop a bottle shit