If the sounds of gun play are foreign noise to you
And the words cease and desist don't make any sense to you
And if handcuffs weren't the first metallic cuffs you ever so on your father's wrists then step away from the sound of my voice
This might mess you up.

I have walked into these streets in the light of day and I have crawled back into them during nights when the darkness was so thick you felt it caress your skin
Yet these concrete jungles have fed me with the green of the earth
Tell me, aren't I blessed?

And they could write a million stories about the few of us who made it out of here
But I don't want to gain the world and lose my soul.
I stand true to the struggle
Power to the people

These streets have taught me not to sweat with my palms nor to feel with my heart
These streets have taught me that emotion is liability and that laughter is a sign of weakness for you who can't stifle pain  
These streets have taught me that the only way to react to a man's smile was by the  clench of my fist

So shame on you for trying to assimilate me
Tell me can an alarm clock wake you up better than a gun shot
There's a certain therapy that comes from pulling the trigger
That cannot be matched from puffing no dope
That right there
That's the real adrenaline
**** a gun and you'll know

And in the fullness of my element I urge you to cease and desist in your quest to try and change me
These streets are everywhere so no you won't break me
Chain me
Cuff me
I have been in systems better than your prison cells they call it night time where I'm from