I come from slum crime scenes where time seems 2 fly,
and sweet sirens sing to sleep on beats like street lullabies.
Where angry cries echo through the ghetto confines
& spilled blood on concrete leaves behind a speckled design.

Dimes of bud are sold for doves & crimes of love understood,
Where noisy techs are toys of steel for real Boyz in the Hood
"Good intention" seldom mentioned yet aggression is common.
Our home's the known danger zone- even angels have fallen.

Best beware of crawlin' serpents for their purpose is evil,
Sole intent is hell-bent and so they tempt God's people.
But the wings of the Eagle bring the meek salvation
taking the snake in it's beak and shaking foundations

of modern nations chasin' total globalization
making homes for beasts and cloned police stations.
Infiltration of the varrio brings a sorrowful business
real resistance is vital... it's still survival of the fittest!