[Intro: Ransom]
Is anyone out there?
Anyone? Come on man
Somebody answer
It’s a war out here man
It’s not safe
[Verse 1: Ransom]
My nigga Spesh said I should show my face
'Cause if they don't see you, how they gon' know you great?
But me around a crowd right now is too big a show of faith
It's one thing just to know the hate
But I can feel it so deep inside, it causes my bones to ache
I won't give them my soul to take
You know this place, it been slaughter, disorder
You could run game but not on a pimp's daughter
These the things that I've been taught ya
Extremities and limbs tortured, this sort of
The kind of feelings I felt when I seen Obama sip on that Flint watеr
Don't get caught up, how could your mental change if it's nеver challenged?
Told this youngin' once he stopped spinning, he'll find a better balance
Had some talent, but he slid off the rails and it cost him
Grabbed his hammer went drilling and now it's nails in his coffin
What you offering? I came from that place where nobody's doors was locked
We stalked the block, them neighbors hit kids and nobody called the cops
Them Puerto Rocks called us negros but they never thought to stop
Where fiends had bras and socks, DVDs in the barber shop
Your friends called your father pops, at least you had a father, nigga
I was looking up to Phil Drummond, he was my father figure
Dreaming of a Lisa Bonet or sleeping with Carlton's sister
Ended up getting my dick sucked by fiends in apartments quicker
After hour bars and liquor, dancing with a scarred up stripper
Walking to the car in slippers, handing out some jars to sniffers
Guess you had to be there, that sign on the gate that told us beware
But if we had listened, you think we'd be here?
Is anyone out there?
Anyone? Come on man
Somebody answer
It’s a war out here man
It’s not safe
[Verse 1: Ransom]
My nigga Spesh said I should show my face
'Cause if they don't see you, how they gon' know you great?
But me around a crowd right now is too big a show of faith
It's one thing just to know the hate
But I can feel it so deep inside, it causes my bones to ache
I won't give them my soul to take
You know this place, it been slaughter, disorder
You could run game but not on a pimp's daughter
These the things that I've been taught ya
Extremities and limbs tortured, this sort of
The kind of feelings I felt when I seen Obama sip on that Flint watеr
Don't get caught up, how could your mental change if it's nеver challenged?
Told this youngin' once he stopped spinning, he'll find a better balance
Had some talent, but he slid off the rails and it cost him
Grabbed his hammer went drilling and now it's nails in his coffin
What you offering? I came from that place where nobody's doors was locked
We stalked the block, them neighbors hit kids and nobody called the cops
Them Puerto Rocks called us negros but they never thought to stop
Where fiends had bras and socks, DVDs in the barber shop
Your friends called your father pops, at least you had a father, nigga
I was looking up to Phil Drummond, he was my father figure
Dreaming of a Lisa Bonet or sleeping with Carlton's sister
Ended up getting my dick sucked by fiends in apartments quicker
After hour bars and liquor, dancing with a scarred up stripper
Walking to the car in slippers, handing out some jars to sniffers
Guess you had to be there, that sign on the gate that told us beware
But if we had listened, you think we'd be here?
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