Pac was right when he said it was a set up,
Violence and bloodshed every day got a brotha fed up, these demons won't let up. Got me crying into pillows at night, wondering if it's worth waking up to see the sunlight. We got, poor people going through generational struggles, got a presidential candidate that'd gonna make the hell underneath the soil boil and bubble
The three witches, can't help us now you gotta struggle fight and claw for table scraps like we're helpless and wild.

And even though the world feels like a cheap setup, we gotta put the sunglasses down
And keep your head up