How you Either blood or crip, and still crip **** still bled?

And even if you blood you in a crypt when you dead

Do I even gotta say it it’s a trap be prepared

Devil in the air, you was young you was scared

Never really learned to scrap cus your pops he was dead

And your step father beat you

And your mother wasn’t there

She was tryna make it work out of the the love of her kids

Even though she had resentment and you could tell that she did

So you ran to the block with all your love to give

In return you got a bid

You ain’t never coming home, gon be gone for some years

Won’t ever kiss your kids now you holding back tears

I know it well cus lived it

That’s how I paint you the most vividest pictures

For my hittas my sisters in the same position I lived in

**** in prison, who couldn’t find they way through the system

**** who gifted but couldn’t find they way to tuition

**** with vision, but can’t find a **** to listen

That was me, couldn’t see how these **** ain’t get it

I believed in myself when nobody else didn’t

I’m really built different, God did it

I pulled myself up outta the trenches

Blood in our veins

We got blue in our jeans

Always been better together

Ooh, we'll get it by any means

That's why they wanna divide

So now we know what we need

To set each other free we need you and me to set each other free we need unity

Blood on my hands. Cause I'm unstable

Blood on my veins movin slow cause the lunch table got my pressure low

Heaven knows I'm a blood Abel. But the Cain couldn't kill it, must have blood angels

And if you ask the blood ****, why is it blood dangerous?

He gon say. Cause that's just how it was

Tempers blew up. It's like I saw myself wearing blue chucks

Afraid to face the mirror I might lose touch with this lil image I'm upholding

Am I red, am I blue or am I truly golden?

And from this view I might lack perspective Whoopi Golden talkin bout it

Thought you was sick, but he only got a coffin on it

Swear losin homies is some wack shit. Twice. Losin' homies and some wack shit. All right

Somehow we convinced that gang banging is some Black shit

Humans organized Jesus on the road to Damascus

Who made borderlines and told us that over tracks is enemy territory?

Let's spin this shit on axis, huh?

As far as this bangin shit, I can't tell you don't be on it. Time to deal with the matter, ****. Now tell me how you want it

Blood in our veins

And we got blue in our jeans

Always been better together

Ooh, we'll get it by any means

That's why they wanna divide

So now we know what we need

To set each other free we need you and me to set each other free we need unity

To set each other free we need you and me to set each other free we need unity

To set each other free we need you and me to set each other free we need unity