Damnatiøn
The legends, repeat the legends
Yeah even felons
Heroes come from hell so villains coming from heaven
No mercy for the little guy and he’s never been begging
How many sins committed to image I count seven
Enemies are putting in motion my Armageddon
Offering they souls to murder me cause they jealous
Tell the truth regarding your section is rather reckless
Pistol whipping brothers and hoping they get the message
Life is like a two sided blade when you got hope
Climbing up the ladder but slipping into a death rope
Your life is moving fast, while time is just moving too slow
Better check your tongue or else on bullets you might choke
Peace, but I know damage
Sins but I’ve been baptist
Fam is backstabbing
King but I been banished
Silent but got status
Quiet but got talent
Honest without practice
Hatred I’m never lacking
Poverty in black neighborhoods
Is like a corpse to a coffin
You want a diamond in the rough
But ain’t nobody here flawless
They claim that slavery ended
But still our lives go to auctions
Kid you’re another statistic
Your people’ll never gone progress
Blazing like California woods
Streets burning like ragers with Colorado goods
Vro it’s funny how paper can get you out the hood
Yet you rolling up some paper to breathe a little kush
Where your head at?
My heros come from places where codes are on their sneakers
No goals but plenty of finders without the keepers
Shells everywhere like parents hide them on Easter
My people born in hell but the bullets send you to Ether
Well God damned the people who praying without a plan
Kids in the house cause the neighborhood’s full of vans
Bullets coming from feds or crosses coming from klans
They put you in the grave if you talking down on the man
It’s hardly about the rap this is way deeper than music
People need the power but never know how to use it
Brothers wanted head but when times hard they blew it
Kids drafted into riot they never choose it
I pull the blade up to my neck
I cocked the nine to pop my head
I numb the pain with bottled meds
No hope in life I’m left for dead
I hate the gangs
I hate the feds
I hate that streets are stained with red
I hate the drinks
I hate the techs
I hate that people live by checks
It’s hopeless and I’m realizing
Politicians’ visions out of focus and it’s jeopardizing
Colored people’s way of living
Roaches with a little fire turn into the ashes
Like an ocean full of people dying
Make me really hate this life
"...the challenges that we face, in that they are complex and profound
Beginning Friday night, we saw an uptake in shootings and determined that that evening that there were multiple gang related attacks concentrated primarily on the west side of the city. And also spilling into the downtown area. On the South side, we saw several patterns in the Auburn-Gresham neighborhood that spilled into the East side of the Mormon Park district. As a result, we huddled as a team and implemented increased patrols in areas where we expected to see possible retaliation. These initiatives resulted in a significant number of guns being taken off the city streets. 92 since Friday. That's nearly double the amount of guns we take in during a particular weekend..."