HEY, MR. OFFICER E

Fuck you, Nigga! What the fuck going on up in here? Y'all see Patches? This goes out to all my peoples in the City Making ends meet, getting by, Thinking 'bout the hustle Everybody struggles for The answer Confusion will attack in a cold-blooded Manner But cancer kills my society, No need to lie to me Real people fighting, Always try to be Correct with the mental and Upright with the info Catching hell, Paying dues, but could it be so simple? It's a cold planet, you can't take the drama So worry underprivileged got the bulletproof armor Surviving's just a job as the odds caps daily People going crazy, everyone who raised me Thanks to My moms and thanks to my pops And thanks To the youth rowdy on the rooftop Who warned Me of trouble, so son, get the bonus I Dedicate this to those who kept me focused To My brother Big E, yo, rest in peace To The dead money makers, rest in peace To my Little cousin Sean, rest in peace To the Slang Gang bangers, rest in peace To all my peoples locked down And waiting for The days to see the sun and the clouds This stormy weather came, of course we ignored it Praying parole in prison, see the warden? Released from the pen, eight to ten on your Feet You're working buildings, staying strong, Watch the heat Deceit, lies, snitching, You became a victim If so, you're quick on The phone in the kitchen Quick on the phone In the kitchen