[Verse One]
Young black boy with a flag
Just like the one that his daddy used to have
The other tribe caught him on the corner with the mag
Then, later, his toe's la**oed with a tag
Wondering if pops ever cared
Goes to the mall and they all just stare
Sees a blue shirt that he know he can't wear
Steals it anyway. Just cause it's there
Runs home. He knows the drill
Some guns fake but some bullets real
Anytime of day, subject to being sprayed
And subject to a ricochet
Runs home. He knows the drill
Some guns fake but some bullets real
Anytime of day, subject to being sprayed
And subject to a ricochet
He hears
[Hook]
Shots outside the window (x8)
[Verse Two]
Young latino walks a very fine line
Wants a degree but he has a tech nine
And it replays at night;
All his friends turned to chalk outlines
Wants much better for himself
Has thirty books that he reads on a shelf
Wants to fill his mind
Though he knows it could be blown out at anytime
Runs home. Cuts through the block
A car slowing down means you might drop
Anytime of day, subject to being sprayed
And subject to a ricochet
Runs home. Cuts through the block
A car slowing down means you might drop
Anytime of day, subject to being sprayed
And subject to a ricochet
He hears
[Hook]