[Verse 1: Frank Knight]

Can you imagine lacking imagination to grab greatness
In a room full of faces stating you goin' be the greatest
But you peep them on the side sly cutting eyes faking
They preying on you breaking praying that you never make it
They hope you shaking naked with no places of oasis
So pardon me if part me disbelieve genuine praises
My life day to day basis been constantly facing Satan's
Who denying what grace is, this economy is graceless
I see the real racist, got my people still racing
My nephew want to do it all, but asthma got him pacing
Like chill little homie, chill little homie
You goin' have to take your time it's real little homie
It's hard, they trying to bury me with bills all on me
They Arbitron stalking son, they Neil all on me
Rest in peace to Brix man they killed my homie
I see it in his mom eyes she feel all lonely

[Verse 2: Frank Knight]

I feel the serpents working doing dirt till I feel hurting
So I rap my pain and package inside of verses
My younger cousin going through pain that's so real
He hugging a uncle we never got to touch or feel
Know it feel surreal he in shock feel eel
Victims of the same hell brothers by a jail cell
Prison ain't a place for any man woman or thing
I pray you find peace, and be free to some minor degree
Lupe know it's chilly in there like minus degrees
Ain't no love especially when they just buying police
God forbid they test you now somewhere near to rescue
They fight fend protect you, take your pain like a vest do
You see they got your back so you got they back too
Y'all keep that bond permanent forever it be tattooed
Pardon me my G, rapping like them shoes you keep
Clothed over my feet, I just pray ya'll soon free

[Verse 3: Frank Knight]

Does money really matter is worth life matter
When them killers kidnap ya and they kill you right after
No answers on the ransom notes when hammers are blown
Family members learn and know when cries answer the phone
Well I'm guessing in that circumstance it's deeper than money
But I wonder did that circumstance stem from money
See money ain't everything, but most circle around it
A ghetto lie that make the broke think they well grounded
The urban myth that keep the urban kids all grounded
For the worst this greed curse got us bounded
Bounties on our head they want us leaking like a fountain
Now I'm far from astounded still I'm heading up the mountain
This world I will mount it I suggest you roll be
To this satanic industry you won't control me
If you don't know me don't judge me, like you know me homie
But if you know me, you should know me not to judge me homie