Killing us one by one. In one way or another. America will find a way to eliminate the problem. One by one. The problem is the troublesome black youth of the ghetto's.
There's just too many rages. Too many infinite screams at night, we're living in concrete cages. Another child is doomed to be torn in his mother's womb.
Steppin' up out the shadows, I comes equipped to wreck. Hold up just a sec Coolio, I'm on deck. (Malika). Yeap, the diction is on point. Causin' friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint.