if i told you i killed a nigga at 16, would you believe me,
percieve me to be innocent Kendrick that you seen in the street,
with a basketball and some now and laters to eat,
if im mashin all of my skeletons would you jump in the seat,
would you say my intelligence now is great relief,
and its safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep,
with dreams of being a lawyer or doctor, instead a boy with a chopper,
that hold the cul de sac hostage, kill em all if they gossip,
the children of the corn, stay vandalizing, the option of livin a lie,
drown their body with toxins, constantly drinkin and drivin,
hit the powder then watch this flame that arrive in his eye,
this a coward, the concept is aim and they bang and then slide,
out that bitch with deposits, and the price on his head,
the tithes, probably go to the projects,
i live inside the belly of the rough,
Compton USA made me an angel on angel dust