What's Done in the Dark-Skin, Hosea 4:6

Just a product of the ghetto, single mammaz bust they bottom but still'll die at the bottom. No lie the other night searchin my soul i seen my fatha, phone a nurse you catch a cold cuz see im not that typa Docta. P.h.d, and my degree is in, well thats a secret. it keeps me travelin frequent, the gig is actually decent. Not in need of a clue, my deeds ll'll lead to my doom, all the evil you hear is true still would kill me if mamma knew. But what am i ta do, depended on by my crew, Loot 'll take it coo im sure but Stamp'll prolly do me, ooohhhhwwwwweeee. They gone have to suck it up, and all them commaz we been runnin up put somethin up. Cuz bein black is tough enough, we put in work the other night, but he was one of us. Listen my daddy was a gangsta so the only lesson, i learned from bein out here too we aint made no progression...

Aint-no-place-called-safe, faith's gone,my-my-my, Stay strong'n pray i gro grey, same song, nah-nah-nah