Lyrics:

Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River And we have four people parking behind the eastern runway (Ugh, take a ride, to my block (my block)) OK it looks good, your clear now (That's right) Go (We're on my motherfucking block) [Verse 1] They got a nigga, shedding tears Reminiscing on my past fears Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked for death My heartless breath The underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed And no rest, forever weary My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary But at times unnecessary I'm gettin' worried Teardrops and closed caskets The three strikes law is drastic And certain death for us ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire? Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on welfare And who cares if we survive? The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin on a four-five My neighborhood ain't the same Cause all these little babies goin' crazy or they sufferin in the game And I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love Niggaz give me props Forever hop, cause it don't stop On my block [Chorus] Maybe life is but a dream Hard times is all we've seen (On my Block) Every block