[Verse 1: O.C.]
Behind the scene, regime calling shots
We debate in front of have-nots, lost souls from back blocks
Everybody in they hood feeling they all can rap
Thinking it’s a way out the trap
School is lame, feel it, they have nothing to gain
All they know is guns and cocaine
I can recall the moment, the time the suits despised rap
Saying it was noise and nonsense
Once it became a voice for the people
They saw dollar signs, artists got signed
Low-level opinionated A&R's
From Arkansas had no clue what was going on
Fast forward, cash out the start of minus
Ten hour days, I really can’t call it
Evil seeds in place, all I’m seeing is a wasteland
Built off drugs, money and self-hate

[Chorus]
I’ll tell you the difference between me and them
They trying get they ones, I’m trying get them M's
I want to be free to live, able to have what I need to live
Bring the power back to the street, where the people live
I’ll tell you the difference between me and them
They trying get they ones, I’m trying get them M's
I want to be free to live, able to have what I need to live
Bring the power back to the street, where the people live
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