Class Warfare: Do I Belong In the Hills?

I've been living on 8th avenue
8th's run $25, any who'll lend you $5?
For that debt expect in 24 you'll die!

Jooooke! But 8th corners Crack-sino Road,
Keep your eyes open but hold your nose
Not up high, and this ain't L.A. so no drive by's,

Just alot of fidgety wanksters,
Itty thrill-to-be-gangsters.
Bitchy malingering doesn't eliminate itchy trigger fingering
So for every set of eyes

Keep your BOLO high
Every passerby scoped for chrome
Check their zone, keep your best response prone,
3rd Eye always on roam

Remember each day to give love to the neighborhood
Always holding it down, spread what's good
Unity is community doing what each should

Start with doing whole and part
Soul and heart, use our roll
Cause blue-coated thugs don't do patrols
So we gotta be in our own control

That's the round we were dealt
That's the sound of
"You gotta help your motherfucking self!"
That's the first thing I ever felt!

Send the energy to the sky
Never waste
Blend with synergy on the fly
Move with grace

Perched on the edge of doom
Merchant of Dread Zoom
Searching for headblooms
My Church is the bedroom.

I lurch ahead when I croon
Pilfer silver spoons,
Deliver gilded tunes

Grooving to disrupt and clown
Moving uptown
But still using my crown

To flow cold and hold it down
Know my roll, I won't forget
The tips, the wit, the shit
That innately fits where I was found!