Luv Zion I

The champions are here...
Yea... Mhm...
This is for my people
To cops who roam the blocks
And love to fire shots
You innocent for sure before they planted rocks
To babies having babies
Teens' is going crazy
Tryin to raise a seed indeed is never easy
To brothers actin thug
Cuz thugs the only choice
When you young black and gifted
But don't have a voice
When you young black and gifted
Eyes' is getting dry
We cry now will our tears
Got trees to keep us high
To Crips, Bloods, disciples
Folks and all brothas
We ashamed of ancestors
We all the same color
We fight and kill mothas
Sons, friends, and homies
Killin' our own fam
Cursed to live lonely