Lyrics:

I'ma dedicate this one to all my cats that's locked up
Gravediggaz
We're trying to dig you up out that grave right there
Yo

Through the eyes of a Gravedigga, yo, everything is going to Hell
My super thugs is all going to jail
Blowin their bail on ballin' when business and sales keep fallin'
But when the streets keep callin'
My peeps keep crawlin', deep into the trench
With God-U for self-defence
The war is intense, my warrior sin says manifest
Sent out the S.O.S., Save Our Soldiers
Represent, behold our hour with the glass of time
Can we only get power, from a mass of crime?
Havin' a judge saying, 'Your ass is mine'
As I pearls to get cash, the swine
Like it ain't enough positive shit to go around
As black bones get deposited into the ground
When I hit you with truth it hurts
You'll rather here about those spooks and ghosts

Don't let it get you down, son, when the block's locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds
And niggas get shot down dead, laid up in the cemetery bed
We all live amongst the Bloodshed
Don't let it get you down, son, when the block's locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds
And niggas get shot down dead, laid up in the cemetery bed
We all live amongst the Bloodshed

Yo, unleash the vent, build off the strength
De-orogatory switch, niggas bust the snitch
A-alikes thinking foul, could see it
Fat ground crossed your feet, thug God, the Navy Seal
For real, protect my own peeps from guns and shields
Let him heal, send him back in a stretched Deville
Most wanted, the most dangerous
Brains and guts being spilled is the aim for us, plus
Ph.D.s, never these, black niggas get caught in traffic
Fitting the demographic
The Lone Ranger, 400 years still a stranger
Still gettin' beat like a Harvey Wallbanger
Destined for rage and uprise, inherit the meek
Still enslaved in Romanian Greek
Guard the tally, your finale in the street
Motherfucker, I still rule the valley (What, nigga?)

Don't let it get you down, son, when the block's locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds
And niggas get shot down dead, laid up in the cemetery bed
We all live amongst the Bloodshed
Don't let it get you down, son, when the block's locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds
And niggas get shot down dead, laid up in the cemetery bed
We all live amongst the Bloodshed

Sufferin' little children are comin' to me
Livin' in the ghetto and slums of misery
Ebony lives, they're subject to venom and lies
The black youth with minimum ties
No root to the tribal glues you provide a guide
Soul divide is self-suicide
You and I should bond together
Unified through the stormy weather
Do or die, you was born my brother
Nature's your mother, the most highest aura
Father, who art in heaven, me and you, brethren
Slippin' inside of Hell's oven
Run by the devils that got no lovin'
No wonder we all be buggin', pushin' and shovin'
We totally frustrated, aggravated, agitated, miseducated
Unappreciated, I got affidavits that date back to David, that's why we're hated
Yet still we press on, even though the stress is the norm
And the address that we rest is wrong

Don't let it get you down, son, when the block's locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds
And niggas get shot down dead, laid up in the cemetery bed
We all live amongst the Bloodshed
Don't let it get you down, son, when the block's locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds
And niggas get shot down dead, laid up in the cemetery bed
We all live amongst the Bloodshed

My live Vietnam strong arms, I think with the trigger
Hold your own, sacrifice the world for a nigga
Word bond, Twelve Jewelz, the lifeline, vehicular mind
Up under the fine, sexual architectural structure
It only takes so much, in the trench hereditary
My heart pumped the cold city lights
I'm hypin' up my niggas to fight, yeah aight
Million Man March cavalry, assault and battery
The double-edge style is single hand malice
Deep thick, a bomber in the world a piranha
NARCs bustin' caps through your goose-down bomber
The Kay Creo, riding patrol, artillery, feel me?
Fuck it, I'm all paramilitary, buckshots reign, the rugged terrain
Unless a nigga standing for change
The spoonfed lies are bein' nothin' but game

Don't let it get you down, son, when the block's locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds
And niggas get shot down dead, laid up in the cemetery bed
We all live amongst the Bloodshed
Don't let it get you down, son, when the block's locked down
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds
And niggas get shot down dead, laid up in the cemetery bed
We all live amongst the Bloodshed