(Verse 1)

There's so much history in these streets where we practice our liberty
Same streets they can kill ya dreams
Killers concealin' schemes as cold as our winter breeze
We different a iller breed, but ill our condition seems
Poverty stricken, our love for each other just gotta be hidden
I'm solemnly swearin' in neighbors rivals livin within em
Buffalo bred, my hustle got me runnin' ahead
Threw Buff' on my back, under my pectorals and fled
Nah, they ain't deadin us, we just need to prepare and trust
Can't stay the same fill our city with change like a register, uh
Ain't ya'll sick of being crabs in a barrel
Need ya'll to see my vision straighter than the path of an arrow
We hosted the Pan-American Exposition, where electricians first
Had chance to show the world their inventions, that's pivotal
That there should shine a light on ya thinkin' too
And we were great once, lets get back to the winnin' moves man

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And its much bigger issues in the world fasho
But first i gotta take care of the world i know
Had to take a minute to listen, had to learn my role
It's in ink, i love my city, that's my heart, my home

(Verse 2)

Seein' my city in this position sometimes got me caught in my feelings So many homeless, so many abandoned buildings
You see downtown, shots ringin' out like surround sound
See the envious they got foul styles, they wild now
Expectation to make it is non-existent
Instead of crossin' the finish, they hate and shorten ya limits
The crime rate a make you think twice of plannin' a visit
So many do they dirt then go praisin' wit Pastor Pridgen
From the Fields to the Jaspers, you know what niggas is after
They chasin' that green and gold, they don't roll with the Packers
Them niggas roll with the trappers, not like their given a option
No one willing to hire, so rock they passin' like Stockton
Then they caught in the negatives, feds developin' images
To incriminate, take ya real estate is you feelin' it
It's been a cycle, but we ain't poppin' the chain
Even if the Bills ain't playin' we still be locked in the game, for real

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(Verse 3)

Remainin' at my best, check i be spectatin' the stress
On the youth in my city, really their expectation is less
So they strive for less, don't care about catchin' a crime offense
Still in feelings our sides oppressed, little women they side with sex Forget schoolin', blamin' these lil niggas yo, who the hell i'm foolin'
We used to do it, hang on corners lightin' L's and provin'
Who had the juice and most respected by the foes they bruisin'
I guess it goes congruent with all of their actions now
They watched us do it, in return all of they actions foul
Nah i'm not preachin' nor was ever fond of crampin' styles
I gotta ask em though what happened to shootin' fairs, aimin' at peers These little niggas shoot for tears in the ghettos where nobody told em their special
Serve em free lunches and punches, shots yell falsettos
They right on schedule, fallin' in place right on the manuscript
Of life's musical plan and shit, we ain't helpin' em handle it at all

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