*VERSE 1*

The sounds on my block resonate like gun bursting thieves/
Restless for the thugs and the girls dreaming of cheese/
And the 5.0 ready to squeeze triggers on my peeps/
Freeze! one in your brain before you get to speak/
Boyz in the hood is thugged out from burning all these trees/
Girls on the block getting naked for only 20 Quid/
They call it street life, Sodom and Gomorrah had the same life/
Thug mentality, police brutality and vanity/
Fortune and fame, quoting bible verses of prosperity/
Fake teachers and lost preachers telling false scriptures/
Gaining material things in the name of Christ Jesus/
I patrol the projects like Christ disciples/
Givin’ em bibles, instead of the crack and riffles/
I understand ghetto kids need revival/
I preach the Gospel until these raps go viral/
Salute to my brothers grinding.. for survival/

*CHORUS*

We in a Battlezone/
And am just trynna make it home/
The pastor acting like a pimp eyes on the throne/
Dollar bills on his mind trynna buy his way to heaven/
Lust in his eyes winking at his next victim/

A Battlezone/
See am just trynna be alone/
Escape from this madness and visualize home/
Purple pills in your hands thinking you can reach heaven/
Gaspin for air......you're the next drug victim/

*SKIT*

I was driving through the hood the other day man!
The hood is still crazy y'all!....
Just Pay attention and Listen to what I saw in ma city.

*VERSE 2*

Driving slow in ma city, observing every action/
Inhaling dis bad fumes clogging air Circulation/
I see dis kid knocked out having brain concussions/
The other kid laughs while he takes photo captions/
it's all funny until a mother lose a son for nothing/
All funny until you end up buried in a coffin/
Hearts are broken/
Raised in a city thus scorching with idolism, for money and fame, stories of Fortune/
Spray painted in every street alley that you walk in/
And then you wondering why.... these kids are busy thugging/
Drug addicted, Scar'd from memories inflicted/
From child sex abuse to racial discrimination/
All am saying before you get to speak, you gotta listen/
Before you even preach my brother you gotta listen to the pain that is silent/
The cause n effect, the reason these kids are violent/
I pray the Almighty Lord listens when you call him/

*CHORUS*

We in a Battlezone/
And am just trynna make it home/
The pastor acting like a pimp eyes on the throne/
Dollar bills on his mind trynna buy his way to heaven/
Lust in his eyes winking at his next victim/

A Battlezone/
See am just trynna be alone/
Escape from this madness and visualize home/
Purple pills in your hands thinking you can reach heaven/
Gaspin for air......you're the next drug victim/

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