Competition this, fool!

Women in the hood are being asked to mass produce
Brothers dying in the streets have gone up instead of being reduced
The need for more soldiers has shot through the roof
Just hold your ears to the streets if you're looking for more proof

There was already wars going on before the cop brought in extra troops
All with instructions, "if he's wearing a hoodie, no questions, just shoot"
The lines have been drawn, this is a war zone
Soldiers are being killed if any sign of a man is shown

"Boy you better get down, you better not try and eye fuck me
I don't care if you're killed by my gun or hanging from a fucking tree
Why do you think I took off my sheet and pillowcase, and put this uniform on
Just so that I could legally kill your ass and still make it home

No need for stress, we are nothing but a gang our motherfucking self
I'll put two in your chest and my boys will handle any evidence left
The courts are own my side with the smallest of lies
Before the gavel even touches down I'm already waving good-bye

I'm not worried about the protesters outside or how much your family cries
If you had heart boy you'ld get up off of that ground, be a man and look eye to eye
If I'm packing, then you should be packing heat
Let's both slap leather in the middle of the street"

Yes with their advantage they front being hard
But most are nothing but pussies with sex toys acting all retard
What does it take to shoot an unarmed man down
What kind of servant are you, twelve bitches beating one man down

To be a servant of the people, you have to be humble, and serve them all
But fuck bitches are rolling through the hood and no one even called
You can't see that they are using your ass as a defense mechanism for them
You're simply a dog on a fucking chain waiting to be told to "SIC EM"
 

Talking to you.
The one who used to talk for me.
Disciplined against my own chaos.
Can’t understand how some have comfortable limits.
Eliminated is the existence of the old me.
Transformed and learned from those nice guy actions.
Myself today would have been too much to handle back then.
She had her hand above me ready to strike down punishment.
Violence.
What is violence to me as a young boy?
What has shaped me?
To some I’m presentable.
It’s just me sticking to my morals being respectful.
Anger always burns inside to be put towards something very positive.
A product.
Never to be finished.
Mastery is something only few of you will understand.
I stand as a warrior for all that I’m capable.

Your tongue lacks verbal caution consistently and has created a enemy
Created a disgust for your existence I embrace passionately
It is well deserved
Every moment your present my soul is disturbed in your car built for hell and it's time you are curbed
Disguise your intentions yet there well observed
Your web navigated you think we're perturbed
Reckoning...
Karma wears a chastity belt
Like alone with a goddess no pleasure is felt
Oven of pies no aroma is smelt  
Ice in your veins your heart cannot melt
So we'll equipped yet I sheath my weapons
Unlike yourself I am built with discretion
I pray that your children escape your infection
Resting in peace is my only suggestion..