I spit for..
the same lil cats holdin sacks and they torches lit
same cats that turn they front porches to fortresses
for the kid with a dream to escape the hoods course and shit
for the girl with no worldly choice but to abort that kid
for the young bucks on the come up, stay holdin chins to god
for the kid doin drive bys, scared as he spins the ride
for the kids hearin and doin what we say when we spit on the mic
for the kids yellin at they selves, but dont know how or when to cry
for the wrongly accused shootas facin at leest 10 to life
paroles not comin, .... youll see sunlight when you die
for the kid on the bus with a pen and a pad
for the kid on the corner, dont know which mens his dad
for the mother of a g, worryed bout her son
for the kid who stares at the barrel and doubts the gun
i got you like sonny and cher, ill see you when you get scared
for my deceased homeys, ill see you when i get there
I spit for you