You Got Me

Hard day, hard way to earn a living Given the hell that I live in, I don't see no savior risen I see politic division, what's the policy we're given? Do nothing, steal money, keep the poor to floor? I'm just seeing third-eye vision, if it's raw then it's raw If there's a plot then it falls, if there's a shot, then I call If there's a beef then I brawl, Hard Knocks like it's Carr's pops On camera with his older son doing car stops Heart shock, like it's London, heard they did the Vossi Bop But I seen them looking cleaner when the U.K. drill was hot Heads filling up the spot, until somebody hear a shot Brothers running ain't see shit, or who got got And the ambo's always late, so bystanders get hot Maybe bleed out on the street so long, it turn to a clot Maybe wake up in the ER, handcuffed to a cot Demons dreaming in the streets and their playing with lots You got me