KTLA5

What's the price for a black kid soul
I liked to die wit the steel in my face
And the reason was I outta pocket, trippin' searchin' for some
Each step was taken deeper into enemy lands
So while I'm walkin', I avoid the glares of the damaged
Ignore the cries from the infants, screamin' due to hunger
Brushin' past some niggas that's obstructin' my path
But I'm in colors they don't like and that incurred they wrath
Look, I wanna make it home and baby girl not worth the trouble
If these niggas wanna fade then I gotta squabble
Gotta stand my ground I ain't no muthafuckin' bitch and shit
This kinda logic a problem
Better not cross that street, must keep my cool
Mutter under my breath so Allah keep me grounded
They was confused by my demeanor
She waitin' I kept it pushin'
Eyes follow my moves, I can feel that they lookin
Advancin' on my position, my paranoia increasin'
Heart rate was thumpin', I'm thinkin they was creepin'
An OG sat on the porch, he starin' in my direction
Seen students gawkin and felt I need a lesson but then he noticed my fear
Sweat drippin' wit tears so then he raised his hand and them niggas in they tracks
He stood there on his porch, I ain't turn to look back
He was playin some oldies, and the kat singin' the track said

It was pimps up and hoes down
Said it was pimps up and hoes right down
Down
Said it pimps up and hoes down
Said it was pimps up and hoes right down
(They don't give a fuck about you)
Said it was pistols and paper
Said it was pistols and paper right now
(They don't ever really give a fuck about you)
Now

What's the price for a black kid soul
An Arizona and some Skittles fore he riddled wit bullets
That sentiment stay in mind when this journey long but this was round '09
So Emmet Till was the lesson
Told myself I'll kill his killers wit my blade then dip
As I seen a cruiser cruisin' up the block hella close
Becomin' real anxious, thinkin' it's them from the block
But the whip slide through darkness and I see it's a pig
Look, I ain't did a muthafuckin' thing, I'll keep pushin
He greet me wit a grin as the whip inchin' closer
Urgin' me to stop but I'm clean as a whistle
So he throw that bitch in park and hop out wit aggression
Wit his hand on his weapon askin' fucked up questions
Like where you from boy? I know you prolly bang
I remain quiet, never addressed by my name or my locale
I'm fightin' back tears kuz he could kill me and be hailed a Samaritan
Paid for my murder wit medals and public fame
His hand grip tightly around his strap, he know I'm not no threat
It's power trip, they love seein' your fear so you adhere to their commands
I overstand that's why I fuckin' ran
Back to the 40s where Imma take that chance
Officer stopped pursuit kuz he knew was wrong
OG still observin' while bumpin' his song

It was pimps up and hoes down
Said it was pimps up and hoes right down
Down
Said it pimps up and hoes down
Said it was pimps up and hoes right down
(They don't give a fuck about you)
Said it was pistols and paper
Said it was pistols and paper right now
(They don't ever really give a fuck about you)