| Turn it up front, I’m turning heads |
| Speaking to the corrupt youth, prime time for the bloodshed |
| The impeccable minds embedded with the haze |
| Packing funeral beds going out in a blaze with no glory |
| To make the headline story, nationwide on the air homocide |
| Without thinking remorse a meek consequence |
| Was a bullet for self now the queries begin |
| Set it off |
| For the youth gone rat — a — tat, feel the aftermath |
| Did you get a good look with each life you took |
| No life for sale, one more tragic tale |
| And what remains of this simple world |
| They push the time to be scared no more |
| I’m watching war on the streets |
| But what the fuck is the cause |
| We’re slowly slipping from the place in which we started from |
| Just a life jeopardized, through the use of a gun |
| And through the eyes lies thoughts and dreams |
| Reality kicks in soon, so make a wish in between |
| You cause yourself to confide in the bullshit |
| Time is up the main event |
| Can’t understand the ways 'cuz in my days, we knuckled 'em up |
| Nowadays it’s bang-bang shoot 'em up |
| You get dealt with in no time that’s real shit |
| Now hear the word take a tip from the one not the frame of mind |
| Like Columbine, I be rhyme with no reason at any time |
| To those beware here to take a stand |
| The final shell just dropped |
| From the gun in my hand |
| The stage is now set |
| Was that life |
| For sale |
| So did you get a good look at this life (come on) |